Wolf made a grunt, fine, maybe he’ll get some juicy tender meat at another place after he’s finished with his drink here. He lifted his eyebrow at the mention of lack of employment though. If Wolf wasn’t in such a bad mood right now, he’d be quick on the offer to help, but he made a thought or two before thinking over this. It might be his stomach talking after all on the idea of food and everything to offer to cook.

Though Wolf took the drink and sipped it with a somewhat relieved growl, but it was more under her breathe if anything. He glanced over at Meg, he couldn’t help but be sympathetic for her despite his current mood, “I’m sorry to hear that. Grrrf, have you tried to ask for any help around the place yet?