Meanwhile, Ash sat upright beside the roasting frame with impeccable posture, like a massive, overgrown cat pretending to be dignified. Its tail flicked lazily, flames swirling around its fangs as it controlled the heat with surprising delicacy.
For a creature capable of ripping beasts apart in seconds, Ash roasted meat with the gentleness of a seasoned chef.
Bruce rotated the spit slowly, seasoning each batch with calm, practiced precision. His hands moved with the ease of someone who had cooked in rain-soaked battlefields and blood-scented campsites far too many times.
Ash, meanwhile, drooled openly, a glistening stream dripping from the corner of its maw.
Bruce smirked. "Control yourself. We just started."
Ash snorted indignantly and released a puff of flame that flared a bit too close to the meat.
Bruce tapped its snout lightly with Red's handle. "Hey. Behave."
