Bayle chewed happily on the dead body of a man in gold.
Occasionally, he would take a piece of meat between his teeth and rip it free, tossing the morsel in the air for him to catch like a prized dolphin.
Bayle looked toward the woman on his back.
Izanami smiled in earnest, clapping her hands. "Good boy. You're very talented, sweetheart."
Izanami's gentle warmth transcended the boundaries of different species. Her praise made Bayle almost as happy as the corpse at his feet.
The lizard extended his stretchy neck to gaze at the nearby soldiers who were guarding a group of around twenty humans.
Beady black eyes stared holes into them impatiently.
Glancing at each other, the soldiers buried their weapons in the snow. They clapped for the overgrown lizard as if they were seeking a swift encour.
As Bayle went back to entertaining (eating), Izanami finally slid down from his back and floated to the group of humans.
