The head-scritches get a low, rumbling sound, but judging by the way the wolf eagerly headbutts into Gideon's hand, it's a pleased noise. The long, fluffy tail thumps against the ground a couple times, then there's a huff of noise that's almost like a canine laugh. Temple guardian isn't the worst thing Saxsice has ever been called, after all, and she'll let it be assumed for the moment. Especially if it gets her food.

The meat is saltier than she usually prefers -- but it's also cooked, and like this she tends towards raw and freshly-killed. Still, food is food, and the big wolf snuffles at the meat once, licks it, then scarfs it down without even chewing. Her tail swishes against the ground again, and she inches closer on her stomach, golden eyes big and pleading. More?