Jason, an anthropomorphic pig chef, stands at the heavy wooden counter, sharpening his carving knife. On the counter lies Wolf, plump and motionless, his fur ready to be removed. The kitchen is alive with the soft crackle of a hearth fire and the gentle clatter of utensils. "Tonight, I shall prepare a meal to remember," murmurs Jason, his eyes gleaming with culinary ambition.

Jason carefully shaves the fur from Wolf, revealing the pale skin beneath. Each stroke is deliberate, the bristles falling away in soft tufts. The contrast between the rough fur and the smooth skin adds a layer of intimacy to the preparation. "A meal worthy of a chef must begin with precision," he muses, setting the razor aside.

Jason brushes olive oil onto Wolf's bare skin, his movements slow and reverent. He then dusts the body with fragrant herbs, their aromas mingling with the earthy scent of the kitchen. The ritual feels almost ceremonial, as if he's honoring both the meal and the spirit of the hunt. "Let these flavors tell the story of the wild," he whispers, inhaling deeply.

Jason[/@ch_1] places Wolf inside, surrounded by chopped carrots, onions, and potatoes. An apple, red and glossy, is wedged firmly in Wolf's mouth.] The kitchen’s warmth grows as Jason slides the pan into the oven. The crackling fire and bubbling pots create a symphony of comfort and hunger. The scent of roasting meat and vegetables soon fills every corner. "Patience is the secret ingredient," he says, wiping his brow and gazing at the oven door.

Jason removes the roasted Wolf from the oven, the skin crisp and bronzed, the vegetables caramelized. He places the feast in the center of the table, carving a thick slice, juices running onto the platter. The aroma is intoxicating, promising richness and satisfaction. "At last, the reward for my labor," he declares, his voice echoing in the homely space.

Jason savors each bite, chewing slowly and closing his eyes to appreciate the complexity of flavors. The meal is hearty, primal, and deeply satisfying—his culinary triumph realized in a single, unforgettable dinner. The kitchen, once filled with tension and anticipation, now feels peaceful and complete. "This is truly a feast fit for a chef," he sighs, contented and proud.