Gross. Double gross. She's a badass wolf, she's gonna eat stuff like...the hearts of majestic elk, torn from their chests. You can eat the bugs, Mr. Pool. But she'll allow him to vault onto her back like the tiny Funko Pop figurine he is, mentally filing away the numerous tiny dick jokes she's gonna make when she can...talk, again.

And she'll even leap up onto her hind legs like a majestic steed before heading off in a run towards where her keen wolfy senses are telling her the wayward teenager is located. Tragically he is not getting lucky (pour one out), unless you count being imminently eaten by bugs a good thing.

Hopefully you have some kinda tiny guns or something, Deadpool, cause otherwise you aren't much help at that size.