She left the apartment a moment later, locking him in quietly. She hoped he wouldn't notice, but it would be dangerous if he got out as hungry as he was. She didn't trust anyone else to be as smart as her about keeping him from eating things. Somehow, she knew that was her job.
She skipped down the stairs (yes, skipped), and she skipped to the butcher shop down the block.
The butcher looked at her like she was crazy when she asked for as much fresh pig as she could carry. No, she didn't care what part. No, she didn't have a recipe she was making.
As she waited, she wondered if the wolf was tearing her apartment apart.