"Ooh," said the wolf, as Fox described the taste of the foot. "I must try some of that!" He took out the knife and cut off the other one, running his tongue over the footpad before delicately taking a bite out of it. "Mmm. That's really good!" He grinned at Maria. "A friend of mine apparently had the same problem...rest assured, you're delicious." He took a sip of tea, then another bite out of the foot, brushing some crumbs off his muzzle.