"Hmm, let's see, a little ketchup," said the wolf, picking up a red bottle and holding it nozzle down over the hotdog. He can just see the deer, pressed into the side of dog by his grip, and smiles as he squirts a full on blaste of the tomato stuff into his face, pushing him around and causing a small sizzling sound as the cold condiment nuetralizes the heat of the dog. Gripping his snack tighter he pushes the deer right against the meat as he squishes the bun around it, spreading the ketchup about before putting it back in the freezer, deciding that that was all he wanted on this meal as he opens his mouth wide, taking an unconcerned bite out of one end, missing the deer by a ways as he moves toward the front door, wondering if Mae was finished with the human yet. Chewing on his mouthful, and glancing down to see the deer was still on the dog, he made his way outside, to go check on Mae.