(It's not that bad, and we're not affecting you with the posts. I try to keep everything between who we're posting with.)<br/><br/>The wolf does walks over toward the other side of the village, and then stops, remembering that he was in the middle of a game with a micro, and rushes back home for a moment finding the tiny deer still struggling to get out of the mess he's in at the moment. Sighing with relief the wolf grabs the dog in his paw and walks off with it, pressing the deer into the meat again as he makes his way through the village. Idly he brings it to his mouth again, taking another bite, his fangs, stained red with ketchup, flash in the light, and tear easily through the meat. Once again he misses the deer, but this time only a bite remains as he makes his way over toward Mae, hearing her dilemma he smiles as he gulps down loudly, a huge lump moving down his throat, giving the deer still in the hotdog in his hand a glimpse of his future.<br/><br/>"Well, how about you put each one to a number, one through three, and tell him to pick one. If he doesn't pick one, well, there are more unpleasant things that being used like that. Say a nice dip in some hot wax. He'd make a lovely candle," proposed the wolf as he smiles at Mae.