"It'd be better if I could just get actual meat," Arhu grumbled, giving the bowl an annoyed glare. "I don't know why she gives food to us in the form of slop. What if you can't stand the taste of it or the texture, and don't eat it unless you're starving? There's a waste of energy right there." Not that he'd let that happen to him. But he'd be a lot more likely to eat more often if it tasted better.

"Hunt's Luck, Celena. I'm Arhu." He turned to look up at her once more as he sat down on the table, wrapping his tail neatly about his feet.