    He grabbed some of the furless leather, then left without a word, returning with them a short while later. This time the smell of cooked meat saturated the room, having wrapped the jerky with the leather. Rarity scrunched up her face at the powerful aroma, despite knowing what it was, she silently admitted it smelled good. Course she would never tell him that. He left once more coming back with the wolf hides wrapped up in furry rolls.