A sound of mild amusement snorted in the back of the older wolf's throat as she swayed toward the pantry side of the kitchen. Slightly ignorant-not stupid she thought silently to herself while tucking back a section of escaped black hair, ribboned by a few strands of silver, then lifting on her toes to open the cupboard. Harvey wasn't her prime choice as an adult influence on those she protected here, but she did give him some level of credit. He'd managed to make an impression on her late Victor, enough to call them casual friends. Harvey also managed to survive where most of the wolves of their era had not. Ergo, as long as he behaved himself accordingly, she didn't mind him sniffing around for food.
Without the children around, his quirky presence could be enjoyed as a mild amusement, which showed in her voice as she gathered odds and ends for his meal. "She's around, yes."
Bread she had kneaded, risen, baked, and sliced herself was set on the counter, followed by a bundle of butcher-paper wrapped smoked pork, and an oil based dressing. Cora glanced the younger wolf's way over her shoulder, a string connected her brow and somewhat challenging half-smile, pulling them both upward. "What's it to you?"