"Master Lynch, great victory! Gnolls, all, dead dead~! Lots of food! Lots of ale! Everyone, happy!"
It danced and gestured wildly, trying its best to convey to Fritz how grand the scene had been and how plentiful the food was.
Finally, it concluded, "Follow Master Lynch, have meat to eat, have ale to drink! Golden Fang, smart! Chose right!"
After passing out snacks and shooing away the noisy whelps, Golden Fang dug deep into his bundle and pulled out half a roasted chicken, carefully wrapped in wax paper, and a jug of ale, stuffing them both into Fritz's hands.
It grinned at him, revealing its signature gold-capped canine tooth. "Brother, for you. Celebration, delicious!"
Fritz took the still-warm roasted chicken and the jug of ale. As he inhaled the enticing aroma, his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
A wave of indescribable emotion, a mix of gratitude and a sharp pang of bitterness, suddenly welled up in his heart.
