Sawtooth Spire oh, such torturous things

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Savik studied the confusion on the female's face. If she didn't want any, it was fine by him, but perhaps she was not accustomed to the theory of sharing. Voicing his thoughts, he gallantly answered, "You can have some, if you want". It was quite a big bird, some sort of variation of hawk, one that would surely feed two. 

"My name is Savik, you are?" He asked, with all the politeness he could muster. He was not stranger to civility, but he did not know of this female. Looks could never tell what lay beneath, he had learned. He was an example himself, his serious exterior only masked the truth of his true nature. Wolves in the Teekon were much different to what he was used to.