Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150921221737/@comment-5543592-20150924004817

Scire glanced down at the creature, reading the animal's aura, to see how it was feeling.

Hungry.

He pulled some dried venison from his pouch and tossed it to the wolfhound, which the beast promptly snatched in it's jaws. It seemed eager for more, and Scire smiled with some reluctance.

"I wish I could just throw food at her to make her like me." He muttered, before following after Hawke.

"I want to talk about yesterday." He told her, cutting to the chase.