Similarly, we here at the Shiny Mary Sue You Invented At Seventeen Corporation agree that if there's a chance of rending the still-beating hearts from giant horrifying bug people and devouring them messily, such a thing would definitely be in Saxsice's wheelhouse. Waaaay better than a sad gloomy conversation about her tragic backstory, right? Right.

Also not having a gun is outweighed by the vastly cooler and more metal option of stabbing the baddies with the jagged edges of a broken bone. Meditative wolfy snuffles suggest that Saxsice is wiling to find a good-sized hunk of bone for Deadpool to stab with. But first they have to find said baddies.

So! She's going to stick her nose to the ground and start following the trail. Like a bloodhound! Except wolves are like a zillion times better at tracking, because they have to in order to live. Not her, though. She can just order pizza with her human self and then messily eat it as a wolf. Best of both worlds. The trail leads them through some underbrush, so try not to get knocked off her back, Deadpool.