Agamme walked passed us while we slept on our beds. He went into the kitchen, set the cage down, and went to the fridge to get something to drink. He set a can of Pepsi down beside the frightened wolf. He opened the cage and grabbed the frightened pup with his claw, dangling it above his hot, slim maw. Without a word, he dropped the wolf snack into his mouth, sealed his prey within the slimy confines of his maw, and gulped him down, sending him to his fate. He grabbed the soda can, flipped the top, and drank the whole can down to get the loose fur off of his tongue.