While the others deal with the subdued bounty hunters, Sovorian goes over to look at their tracker dog. "Good dog...come here, I won't hurt you."
he mutters softly, trying not to alarm the dog. He digs through his pockets for a scrap of half-eaten jerky from his breakfast, and slips it to the hound.
I no longer actively read the forums, and probably won't respond to any PMs. I'm fine with people using my homebrew in anything, including fan-compilations and wikis, as long as you credit me.
Homebrew by The Demented One.