The fox made a small sound, stepping closer and sniffing the meat. It smelled good, and he wanted it, but the fae was fighting the urge to simply have it. ...It was wrong, wasn't it? Not safe. ...Not good for people.

Whimpering, Fin flopped onto his side and let out a whine.

I wish it was cooked, he sulked, his magic creeping out and doing just that. The scent hit his nose right away, and he perked up a bit as he crawled closer, nervous but curious.