The wolf burped. "Absolutely positive. I'll be full after the head, trust me." Resisting a "that's what she said" he shuffled around to the head of the table, carefully lifted her head up so it fit up to the neck in his jaws and bit down, chewing for a good while before gulping, the large bulge of cake sliding clearly down his throat. "*urp* Must be stretchier than I thought..." he muttered to himself, grinning as the squirrel girl poofed back into non-culinary existence. "Hi hi."