Rising Sun Valley He's U.S.D.A Prime...I think its Suppertime...

The obese wolf drifted off at the dog's mournful expression. Whatever happened was a tragedy; to him. Audrey really didn't care, especially now that they weren't on the menu. But at the mention of food, the auburn creature perked up again.

"Well, everywhere really! If you know how to find it." He chuckled, gesturing all around him. "You can hunt: there's big game like deer, elk and moose, those're hard to catch, an' you'd need about 2 or more to bring one of 'em down. Then there's smaller prey, your rodents, birds, small mammals. But a course, since ya ain't that big on hunting yet, as weak and inexperienced as y'all are," He said this quite bluntly, pointedly looking at the dog's ribs showing through his sides. "Ya'd probably needa steal from one of da wolf packs 'round 'ere. That's dangerous work, doe. Them wolves'll kill ya if ya ain't smart and sneaky."