She hadn't seen a pet do that. She hadn't seen another predator do that. The brightness startled her back a little, flaring up in her eyesight until it calmed and cooled, back to just a smoulder of smell. It smelled like dinner. Like food. Without the hunt.
She wasn't sure why someone would burn the meat, it tasted better bloody and dripping, ripped from the prey. Alpha never did that to their food. Edging out closer again, Blue's snout broke through the brush line, her body hunkered down as she investigated a little better.
It just seemed like a strange thing to do, and she was too inquisitive. And the Alpha was tending his pets just now, she'd make sure this one didn't set himself on fire. Maybe stop him ruining the food before the others didn't have anything left to eat.