Neverwinter Forest Baby eat this chicken slow, it's full of all them little bones

Jackalope paused, and it became one of the very few moments where he bothered to lift his head about where it normally hung below his withers. He eyed Mal for a moment, not sure if he was joking or not- and perhaps any other wolf would have eaned nothing more than a snort and wry comment...But Mal looked pretty intrigued, and he was the alpha so...He felt inclined to be honest, though it was so much more boring being honest than it was being sly.

"Hay." He blurted. "Y'know, the tall grass shit that grows on the plains. It's what horses eat." He drew in a breath. This was almost painfully dull. "Hence: Hay- is for horses." He groaned. He paused for a moment, and frowned. "Simmik didn't like my sense of humour either, so don't feel obliged to pity-laugh." He said.