Dim wants his food

Dim had left the talking to the others. These funny little guys with funny little weapons were welcoming them, and Dim had had enough welcomes to know what was coming next. He was cheerily humming a tune under his breath. The others couldn't make out the words, but if they'd tried hard, they might have found it was an endless loop of the lyric: "Breakfast lunch and dinner, food food food. Breakfast lunch and dinner, food food food!"

But when they arrived at the hall and found a giant wolf instead of a dinner table, his good mood evaporated instantly. He looked around and was astounded to see only the tiny elf getting ready for a fight. "Why you all not fight?!" he asked them in angry bewilderment as he unsheathed his axes. "Big wolf ATE our FOOD!!"