Dawn blew a little smoke from his nose. "Quite so. She trys often to sneak off to go running or wakes me up to fly." He said. "But at least Smoke is unpredictable. It keeps you on your toes. I don't dare to think of the only other things to keep me up other then Sev. I would most likely be much worse scarred then I am."
Sevilen pulled the elk on a large counter and pulled out her knife, she started gutting it and making haggis and sausage. She cut the horns off and threw them into a bin.





