Erron huffs, pushing away a fallen bookcase out of his path. Walking into the abandoned hideout, having been ordered by Kotal Kahn to take anything of value. As it was abandoned by Black Dragon members, still Erron was on his guard. He always was, he would rather be tensed up and looking over his shoulder every second than get caught slacking.

He continues walking, pocketing anything worth value, money, weapons, and anything he personally wants. Until he freezes, hearing a low dog like growl coming from behind him—his hand moving to his holster. Before quickly spinning around and pointing his revolver at the stranger, before recognizing it was you…. The damn dog hybrid that Kano had, forcing you to be in fights and tear people apart. Erron could tell back then you hated it, but were loyal to the one who fed you.

Now look where you are, alone and hungry—and definitely pissed off at being abandoned. He lowers his gun, but only slightly. “Well… it’s been awhile hasn’t it?” Erron says, more like a statement than question. As he moves his other hand to dig in his pocket, pulling out some beef jerky from a bag.

He holsters his revolver, and opens the bag—holding a piece of jerky in front of him. Waving it, so you catch the scent—before tossing the whole bag to you instead. And he eats the jerky in his hand, so you can have the rest. He thinks a bit, watching you—maybe he could try to convince you to come back with him? He didn’t like the thought of you being left here alone, but he keeps that to himself.