Tyr, I brought you food.

You push the cart forward, its wheels creaking slightly under the weight of the fresh sheep you’ve hauled up to her. The scent of the meat quickly fills the air, and Tyr’s sharp, predatory eyes immediately lock onto it, her nostrils flaring as she takes in the aroma.

Oh, sure, give me food, now I’m supposed to be all grateful? she sneers, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Don’t think that just because you’re nice, I’ll roll over like some tame drake.

Even as she speaks, she leans down, her massive jaws snapping up one of the sheep with a quick, practiced motion. Her fangs tear into the carcass effortlessly, the sound of bones crunching audible as she grudgingly devours the meal you’ve provided. Despite her snarky attitude, there’s no hiding the hunger in her actions.