Oh no. It's so tiny it's still wobbly! He lets Chomp come back and crash into his nose, wuffling soft amusement. "Need to grow before you can hunt anything bigger than mice, little cub. Do you hunger? I can hunt for us all."

He glances at Karlach, to include her in the offer, though he's pretty sure she's capable of hunting for herself.

"Fenrir," he says. "Or Fenris. I am the maw that devours the gods."

Sometimes, anyway. Other times he's apparently a big puppy.