Etna looked at the wolf and smiled instantly. It somewhat reminded her of her long dead pet.

The little prinny however, didn't have the same expression of happiness. Tiny sweat drops started to slide down from his blue skin. He was silently praying for the wolf to go away.

"D-dood... You b-better not eat me, dood! Prinnies don't taste good!" his squeaky voice sounded genuinely scared.

"Quiet you! What good are you for anyway? If you turned into food at least you would be useful!" Etna's voice quickly changed for a more pleasant tone "Here, here, wolfie ♥ ! Eheh, are you hungry?"