Words of the Constant

This one is slightly less smelly than the others.

He's coming along peacefully.

It's a beefalo!

We're beef friends forever.

Aww, he's so sad.

It looks deeply angry.

Hmmm, there may be too much food inside it.

This fellow appears quite ridable.

These guys are really heavy sleepers.

Poor beefalo.

D-don't worry! I know first aid!

He's almost as friendly as Woby now.

Look Woby, we made a new friend!

He's almost as big as you are, Woby!

I'm glad you and Woby get along so well. We're like a team!

Don't worry Woby, I'd never do that to you... unless you had mats.

Hey, what's wrong?

We might need to cut back on the treats...

Wanna go for a ride?

They're snoozing.

His time is up. Or is it?

I wish I could give you more time.

We've come to an understanding.

It took long enough, but we're finally getting along.

Not exactly majestic, are they?

He seems to like me.

Sorry, I needed that fur.

I don't like the look on his face...

He's gotten a little soft around the edges.

With his help, I'll shave precious minutes off my traveling time!

Look at him, snoring away precious hours!

He is dead meat.

Ah, non! Cut down in the prime rib- er, prime of its life!

This one's quite calm.

That's it, my friend. I lead, you follow.

Here's the beef.

We go together like steak and a lovely garlic herb butter.

Chin up, it'll grow back.

It's boiling up!

You enjoy food as much as me.

I think I could actually handle this one.

The sirloin slumbers...

A fallen steed.

It seems Valhalla will not take my steed just yet.

Wigfrid

The critter has finally learned its role.

Come along beastie.

Ancient woolen beasts!

Wigfrid

A proud an noble beast, bonded to a proud and noble warrior.