"Notch," Hawke answers. Notch replies with a small woof, confirming his own name. Funny how people always seem to turn so pleasant the moment that a dog is around. Hawke likes to think of it as Notch's unique brand of magic.

"Careful, he's a lot smarter than he looks," Hawke pauses a moment and grins. "Unless he's hungry. Then he's exactly as smart as he looks."

Notch turns his head back towards Hawke and growls. His smile just grows wider.