Early the next morning, Danyla was woken by Myracis, who kept calling to her through their telepathic bond.
"Hungry~"
It seemed Myracis and the others had woken from their slumber. But they had only gone a day without food. Were they already unbearably hungry?
As a dutiful dragon servant, Danyla hurried out of bed and instructed Walda, who had come at the sound of her stirring,
"Quickly tell the servants to prepare a few roast sheep for Myracis and the others, or they'll go hunting for themselves. There probably won't be many sheep left in Winterfell's flocks after that."
Having already witnessed the Great Dragons' appetites, Walda knew perfectly well that Danyla was not joking, so she hurried off to make the arrangements.
After a quick wash, Danyla put on her leather armor and headwrap with the help of several women who shared her baths.
By the time she reached the Kennel, Bennard and the servants were already driving a fat pig into Leo and the others' enclosure.
"Good morning, Danyla!"
Bennard looked rather adorable, his little face red from the early morning cold.
"You're just in time. I've given Leo and the others something different to eat today."
The black pig that had entered the Kennel had already sensed that something was wrong as it faced the little lizard-lions baring their teeth. Although its legs were trembling with fear, it still recklessly attacked first.
The lizard-lion cubs had never faced such fierce food before, and for a moment, it frightened them into retreating rapidly.
Only the fierce Leo warily sidestepped out of its path. As the black pig charged past, he sprang up and sank his teeth into its neck.
"Well done, Leo! Go on, bite it to death!"
A child at heart, Bennard jumped up and down, cheering