Pleased with herself, the wolf wags her tail, then goes back to the bin of meat cubes. Now that her hunger is slaked somewhat, she's more methodical about getting the little bones out, holding a chunk between her big paws and meticulously nibbling at the shreds of meat. Periodically she pauses to look up at Gideon, watching her cook.

The question gets an exaggerated headtilt, first to the left, then the right. That's...very strange. No, she doesn't, but where are the little skeletons gonna come from? They're just bones.