The wolf rumbles pleasantly, flopping back onto her stomach and sticking her entire head into the bin, tail now wagging wildly and sending up puffs of pollen that coat every surface. It gives her pale fur a golden sheen, even as she wiggles free to give Gideon a long, thoughtful look. Her mouth is full, and she chews a couple times, meditatively.

And then, lowering her head, she spits out all the tiny bones, carefully stripped clean of any flesh, albeit extremely slobbery. Her tongue lolls out as she looks up, awaiting praise. See? Bones!