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.

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