Jango smiled, staring across the searing heat of the salt-water flats. It was a perfect day for his visit--he tapped the hammered metal cap on his head to make sure, and it stung immediately.
His best friend couldn't see the puny human any more than a human sees an ant in the distance, but he was antsy nonetheless, licking at the air and shifting his weight from side to side. When the sun burned as clear and hot as it did that day, the beast knew what was coming. He knew his friend wouldn't let him down.
Jango crossed the steamed clay, salt stinging his eyes, and took a seat about a hundred paces away from the behemoth. It must've picked up his smell through the dense saline air, because it perked up and, in its own way, smiled. "Patience, Andurïl. Don't get too jumpy, now."
How much Andurïl actually understood was unknown to him, but the beast calmed to a statuesque pose, like a mountain of reptile. Jango smiled again, and set his hat on the ground--he could feel its heat from an arms length away, and the fish sputtered and crackled when he dropped it. The smell was heavenly, but Andurïl didn't move a muscle.
After a few minutes of frying, the smell was too much to bear, and Jango dug into his meal. Blackened, yet juicy, courtesy of the burning sun--and still, Andurïl didn't dare so much as twitch.
And, like clockwork, a medium-sized Anwar--a predatory bird the size of twenty men--made its move on Jango. He'd seen it circling overhead for sometime.
So had Andurïl.
A tongue forty men long fired into the air, making a cracking boom as it snapped the bird's bones into pieces. The beast munched on it, feathers and all, with renewed energy.
Jango smiled, spittle and juice dribbling down his chin. They had shared a hundred victories together across the world, but none of them could compare to sharing a meal with your best friend on a hot summer day.
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