Dmitry Rus. Play to live. Book 8. The Way of the Young God (№ 403250)

Av, at the sight of Olivier, grimaced - he did not respect created food. But the rat ribs, which are more like a bull's in size, were opened like a professional executioner. Fat ran down his fingers, the meat from the fire smelled breathtakingly, and Av purred with pleasure. As a matter of fact, the gods did not need to eat. None of the immortals have died of hunger yet. But ... It's like having sex. It seems not necessary, but won't you move mountains for this business?