[Kain can see that dominance challenge coming sooner or later; part of him would really rather get it out of the way sooner rather than later, but he's damn well aware that if he pushes it he's just going to get bitten and have the kid roaring off getting killed. Or doing damage and THEN getting killed.]

[So he just accepts that, inclining his head at the meat and pulling another part of it open with a claw; he's realizing now that he hasn't...really been COOKING meat since he first changed, and is getting more and more aware of that problem where red shades have all been muddled together looking the same; and while he has some sense of touch for heat, he's still learning gauging what temperature things are by touch when he doesn't have the normal "that kind of hurts" warning range or "that burns" and is starting to suspect he could go bathing in lava.]

[...Well, if the kid's a dragon, it's probably good enough.]

[He pulls the makeshift spit down, using claws and a carving knife pulled out of his bag to strip a piece off and hold it over towards Valgaav.]

Honestly, there's more than enough time; whatever turns people around out here is worse at night - it'd be better to camp until morning.