For possibly the last time, the wolf picks Peluche up again.  But this time, drops him into the bun.  It's alot better than being in between two claws.  It felt soft to the touch, almost making him want to fall asleep on the spot.  Moments later, a shadow blocks all light in his vision.  Before he knows it, a large mound of meat in dropped right next to him.  Even though he isn't touching it, the heat is still getting to him.  Even more so as one of the sharp claws rips it right down the middle.  The poor deer's time was drawing near.