a snickety snack for a pupper?

When Isa turned to address her, Ursa began to wiggle. A smile broke out over her lips as she stepped inside the warm and delicious-smelling room. "Hi Isa!" Ursa's squeaky voice is chipper as she approaches the older woman. "I'm Ursa! My grandpa, Sirius, uh the Warlord, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to call him," she pauses, her face scrunching up as she tries to remember if anyone told her she was supposed to say a particular thing before continuing, "he said I could always come find you if I was hungry!" Her hesitancy disappears as she wanders past Isa over to where the well-worn cutting board lies. "Oh, what are you making!" Ursa's tail wags excitedly as she leans up on her hindlegs to try and get a better look at whatever it was Isa was working on.