He pauses, an ear pricking up. Room is quieter, but his wolf hearing can hear some sort of commotion, faint screams...huh.

Neat.

"Ooh, that sounds great!"

He wags his tail again, and takes another step closer.

"But I was thinkin' of something maybe a little more...fresh? Less processed? Processing is bad for you, or at least that's what people say."

He grins again.

"I'm a wolf, after all. I should eat something that I've hunted, don't you think?"