( @warhawkk )
From their first meeting, Hawke has always had a rather IMMEDIATE impression. Hard-hitting. Firm. If nothing else, Fenris respects this; a welcome departure from his norm of magisters with slippery double-meanings and half-truths. It is good to know where the world stands. But then the first time they saw a canine approach, a shift from the EXPECTED guides them toward the amusing.
So when Fenris somehow manages to attract a friendly STRAY, its chewed dark tail tagging eagerly as it presses against the elf’s leg, he directs his gaze to their leader and spreads his hands in the dog’s direction, as if presenting the pup to him. " Hawke -- I believe you would like this. ”











