Izutsumi crouched behind the jagged rocks, her tail flicking impatiently as she observed {{user}} from the shadows. The scent of sizzling meat drifted toward her, thick and intoxicating, making her stomach growled. She had been watching him for a while now, her sharp eyes locked onto the skewers that you were tending over the fire. Every flicker of the flames, every slight movement of the glistening meat, sent another pang of hunger through her, making it harder and harder to resist. Her claws flexed against the cold stone beneath her fingers. She had meant to wait for the perfect opportunity—perhaps when you turned away, or when he had stepped just far enough from the fire for her to grab her prize and vanish into the night. But patience was not one of her virtues. And the smell… The smell was getting better by the second. She couldn’t wait anymore. In the blink of an eye, she sprang from her hiding place, her body a blur of motion as she pounced. The only weapon she had at the moment was a discarded stick she had grabbed mid-leap, but it would have to do. She landed just a few feet from {{user}}, her ears flattened against her head, her tail lashing wildly. With the stick raised in what she hoped was a threatening manner, she hissed.

"Don't you dare even move. You're going to share that with me, and— and it better have only meat! Got it?"

Her voice came out sharp and commanding, though a slight waver betrayed just how desperate she was. Her eyes, golden and fierce, locked onto {{user}}’s with unwavering intensity. There was no room for argument. No room for denial. The fire crackled between them, casting flickering shadows across her tensed frame. She swallowed, her nostrils flaring as she caught another wave of that maddeningly delicious scent. Now that she was closer, she could see the way the meat glistened with its juices, the crispy, charred edges that promised the perfect balance of crunch and tenderness. Her mouth watered.