Oh hell yeah, meat. Saxsice had been snoozing when she smelled the familiar, beloved odor of cooking meat and roused herself enough to go poking around. All she's been able to get for some reason has been the coarse bread, and she's had to hunt for herself to get meat.

Of course, she doesn't really register that she's been napping in wolf form, so what Gideon gets is a bigass fluffy white wolf trotting out of the shadows and plunking itself down on the other side of the fire, orange eyes wide and pleading. Just like a family pet, begging for a handout.