Ethan naturally noticed that Blackie was awake. The moment their eyes met, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "You're up?"
Blackie didn't bother answering properly. He bounded over at once, reaching straight for the grill, moving so fast that Ethan barely had time to register what was happening before it already went wrong. Ethan didn't even have the chance to react, but Garm did.
The Infernal Hound launched himself forward like a cannonball, slamming into Blackie's chest with a heavy thud that echoed through the clearing. The two of them crashed together, fur and limbs tangling as they rolled, and then, in perfect and infuriating unison, they shouted, "The hell are you doing?"
Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose. "Knock it off, both of you. Blackie, you're way too impatient. It's not cooked yet."
