From within the kitchen he had no line of sight to the front door, nor any inkling that something was amiss. When her voice was heard the Alpha just smiled, carefully pulling the pan out of the oven and licking his lips at the sight and smell of the food. "Thank you, my dear. It's fresh grizzly, garnished with onions, potatoes, and a delicious black berry sauces made from scratch. I considered settling on steaks, yet a brisket seemed far wiser given how naturally tough the bear meat is on it's own. So after a few hours of basting it in it's own juices...well the brisket is absolutely mouth watering."
A single razor sharp claw appeared on his finger, and with a wickedly gleeful expression the old wolf picked a single piece of the seasoned meat from the pan. After sampling it a tiny moan escaped him, and the man finally moved to place the brisket and fixings onto a proper serving tray.