"Oh, good," says Shephard, and exhales soundly as he leans against the dog.

After a while he adds, "Gon' have to skin that fucker in a minute. You want any of the offal, boy?"

He's aware that legendary animals' blood and hearts apparently have legendary properties- it happened with that salmon- but, shit. The dog earned it. All Shephard's here for is a hand- and maybe a tusk if the Master Smith doesn't need them all.