"I see." The basic need of any animal, no surprise there. For a brief moment Leo just looks contemplatively at the wolf before he suddenly fetches his tablet from his pocket, seemingly checking something (the time actually) and then tucking it away again under a minute. It was getting late, certainly, however . . .

"The butcher might still be around."

Granted, all the freshest stuff would have been sold in the market during the morning, but perhaps there might be still some scraps left or something. It wouldn't hurt to try.

It's a simple suggestion he offers the wolf while Jabberwock watches on, its head swaying slightly.