"Ah, that sounds good," said the wolf, staring down at the deer and liking his lips. Deer was a common food for wild born like him, and he missed it, always considering it a throw back to his youth. Grabbing a bun fron inside the cabinet he set it on the counter, and then placed the deer beside it, no question about what he wanted the deer to do as he pulled it open and then turned toward the freezer to get some other stuff.