It's a skewer. More accurately, it's a green twig, relatively straight, with the bark peeled off. It's been sharpened and poked through a fish, such as that the fish could be propped by the fire and left to roast. It isn't a large catch, but it's well-toasted and crispy on the outsides, smelling delicious. The wolf huffs again and turns away, back to the fire, stopping to turn back only once as if to check if Bucky were following.

Well? You are expected, sir.