There were three.

He approached and sniffed the bird, eyes going feral and his wolf coming to the fore.

"I think salvaging it will depend on what you'll accept as success. Chuck it in the sink, wash off some of the burned bits and I'll eat it. But.." he was a wild animal (ish) and raw meat wasn't exactly unpalatable to him.

"Everyone else might get salmonella."

He paused, "Would you be upset if I had a spare turkey already on the grill?"