What's the time?

"What's the time, Mr Wolf?"
The wolf huffed and puffed at his dandelion clock and blew off some down, "Two o'clock!"
We stepped closer.
"What's the time, Mr Wolf?"
The wolf stroked the fur on his chinny, chin-chin and he huffed and he puffed and he huffed and he puffed at his Grandfather's dandelion clock which had stopped short, never to go again, when the old wolf died. "Four o'clock!"
We inched nearer...
"What's the time, Mr Wolf?"
The wolf grinned, showing yellow teeth, and whispered something. We leaned in closer, into the smell of his fur and the heat of his breath, and he sighed out one word, "Suppertime!"