"What is that you are eating?" Sylva's senses easily picked up the smell of the homemade food that Aric's group had brought with them for the journey.
"This is chicken, of course... Oh, and added spices," Gopher replied, quite proud since spices were a luxury in this part of the world. "Want some?" Gopher also offered with a smile.
Sylva gulped as the smell wafting in the cool weather was very tempting. She didn't reply, but Gopher came forward to give her some. As Sylva was taking the food from Gopher's hands, the Ironbeak Griff appeared out of nowhere and gorged on the piece of meat that was being offered.
Neither Gopher nor Sylva was expecting the animal to just barge in and chomp on the food.
"Rick... what the hell are you doing?" Sylva was now actively trying to pull the food out of the Griff's mouth, but the animal wasn't ready to give an inch. It looked quite funny to Aric, and seeing the tug of war, he came forward and gave his own food to Sylva.
