Whitefish River Feed me Seymour

His stomach growled audibly again, but the massive wolf ignored it. Or tried to. It was getting quite hard to ignore, since his stomach was beginning to clench in that familiar way. "So a pack's gonna set up here soon, huh?" FOOOOOD. FEEEEEED MEEEEEEE!!! His stomach did dances in excitement. If he joined a pack at its inception, he was more likely to be in the top tiers, then he would get the first cuts, the bigger cuts, the more nutritious and delicious ones. He licked his chops, hiding the saliva that threatened to run down his mouth as he fantasized about the big kills they would pull down.

"Right, no singing. This is going to be one depressing pack if y'don't have a little music in your life, but that ain't my problem." He teased, wondering if she was simply a member of this pack, or the actual head.