"I'll be slightly less full," Derek says with a chuckle. He's always amused by the random questions that Bianca asks, and he usually has no trouble answering them. She scoops up a forkful of food, and Derek's eyes light up with mischief as he smiles. "One time I ate like, half a deer. I shifted back just to get some relief."

He spears a piece of turkey on his claw and pops it into his mouth. "Good deer, though."