First Fang showers me with an endless amount of gratitude, her sharp eyes scanning my expressions before she glances behind me at Grandpa, then back at me. "You always bring someone stronger to amuse us, Lady Cyrina."
"Hm?" I look over my shoulder at Grandpa. "Oh, haha!" I chuckle, realizing his legendary presence is impossible to ignore.
First Fang turns fully toward Grandpa, her posture straightening with profound respect. "The Oathbound Lion of Eryndor. It is an honor to meet you!"
Grandpa looks directly into her eyes, his demeanor shifting into that of a seasoned, dignified commander. "The honor is mine, First Fang. Few leaders earn the respect of both their people and the Empire. Your name carries far beyond these wilds."
"Haha, it is truly an honor for me to be praised by someone such as you," First Fang says, a rare, genuine smile gracing her features.
