What a dizzying array of choices. "All of them," he said, then added, "Pigs best, though." They were the most tender, the most satisfying. It would be nice not to have to blow down doors and destroy houses just to get some. "It should be fresh," he rumbled. "Hot, bloody." The thought of sinking his teeth into a freshly killed pig, eating his fill, gore splattering his fur, was almost too much to take.