Gyrfalcon's Keep in all chaos there is calculation [m]

His reply brings her pause, and Solveig angles her muzzle toward him with a heavy look. "Are you incapable of committing?" She questions icily; her eyes dance over his scars once more, finally settling on the smirk. Her own shifts to a frown. "Or will you find yourself at the mercy of fang and claw should you try to leave?" It was not unheard of from where she came from. Traitors and deserters often got their throats opened before they could get far.

The woman suddenly reaches for the spare rabbit and takes it into her moth. She tosses it towards him unceremoniously. "Take it, eat." She grunts, "In return for this gracious gift, I ask your name."