Dinner and a Show
"Good," I said with a smile. I was feeling more than a little territorial over something or someone that I hadn't even seen yet, but I was not one to repress my natural inclinations. "Now, what do you say to feeding me?"
I looked around and saw that my guardian angel had built a much better version of a campfire than I ever could have dreamed of. Over top was a split where the meat was slowly being cooked. There was a handle to rotate the meat, but seeing as his two hands were wrapped around me right now, one side of dinner was definitely being better cooked than the other side.
But in this case, it was the thought that counts. "Thank you," I said, looking up to where I imagined his head to be. Nowhere in Jun Li's extensive library was there a picture of a Saalistaja, so I had nothing that I could visualize, but that didn't mean I didn't have a very active imagination.