Hank looked up, blinked, then snuffed as his stomach rumbled. He'd not eaten all day, and after such a hard transition.
Before he could help it he licked one of the packages, but quickly his higher functioning brain went crazy and he pulled back sharply, licking his lips and shaking his head. Oh, meat.... meat smelled so good right now, though he think he'd want it fresher. But no, no. He had a job to do. He went to the larger steaks and reached up, gingerly tapping the bigger flank twice before pulling himself away and laying down, looking mournfully up at the other steaks before closing his eyes and folding his paws over his nose and face. "Can we go now? The meat is making me hungry.... It's unsettling."