He was still reeling from how the encounter with his father had gone—and the torn skin, muscle, and fractured bone near the base of his tail was proof that there was plenty to be reeling from. Finding Satira again had helped calm his nerves for a time and had most certainly saved him from the heavy bleeding that had come from Ignis' attempt at permanently damaging it, but as he finally started to make his way back to the island, with his tail splinted and bandaged, the anger and the hatred from the whole situation started coming back. He might have won the fight, but nothing was really resolved and if anything he was just left with more questions then answers. He had already expected him and his father to not get along, but this was something on an entirely different level. He hadn't really known just how twisted Ignis' mind was, but now he had physical proof that he had made the right call in going his own way and cutting him out of his life.

Ciná reached his home on the island and paced outside of it for a moment, pausing as he considered going in and ultimately decided against it. He knew he should rest and even though it was getting late now he couldn't sit still, much less consider trying to sleep. He was sore and battered and a little worse for wear, but the deep seated anger and the wish that he could have done more than just rip off his father's ear still simmered in his core. With a heated huff he continued on down the beach without really knowing where he was going or where he wanted to go. Not paying attention to where he was walking with his thoughts being too caught up in everything this day had been, he tripped slightly over a branch that had fallen from a near by tree and as he stumbled and caught himself that felt like the last straw to snap the little bit of self control he had left.

Snatching up the branch between his teeth, he turned and swung it hard at the trunk of a palm tree with a growling, frustrated grunt as it connected solidly with the wood. Again and again he hit the palm tree with solid, thumping wracks until the branch started to splinter and break apart and a section of the bark was getting indented and torn away. When the branch finally broke and was left dangling, broken in half, he fell back onto his haunches and tossed the branch to the ground. Ciná panted and looked down at the broken branch for a long moment, not really noticing the slight tremble that he couldn't quite keep out of his shoulders. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath as he rubbed his forepaws over his face, unsure whether he was more mad at Ignis or at himself for letting him affect him this deeply.

"Cináed"

The nighttime world was where Chimera thrived and thus, the brute had been out walking the long expanse of beach when he came upon one of his wolves assaulting a tree, of all things. The black and white giant watched with mild interest as Cinaed continued to strike the tree again and again with a branch held between his teeth. The Fenmyrian King could feel the frustration pouring off of the red wolf like a searing hot aura. What had riled the man so? He intended to find out.

Once the branch broke and the fiery brute crumpled in defeat, the two-toned giant cleared his throat. Once eye contact was made, Chimera gave a pull of his head, indicating that Cinaed should follow. He led the younger wolf down the beach, back the way he'd come. The fire was still burning though it was small and a few more pieces of wood were added to make it blaze up once more.

Chimera settled into the sand, haunches folding before sliding down to lay upon his belly. With one obsidian dipped paw, he motioned for Cina to do the same. "Do you feel better after murdering the tree?" He noted the disheveled look of the brute and waited to hear the story.

"Chimera Klein"

The sound of someone clearing their throat made him jump and when he lowered his forepaws from his face he realized Chimera had been watching him, his golden gaze connecting with the silver and pink eyes of his alpha. His ears folded back with embarrassment as he wondered to himself how long Chimera had been watching. He didn't necessarily want anyone in the pack to see him like this, but least of all Chimera. There weren't many wolves that he had a genuine respect for or cared what their opinion of him was, but the Fenmyre King had been nothing but fair and giving to him since they crossed paths and he was invited to the island dwelling pack so Chimera had earned his rarely given loyalty. When Chimera motioned for him to follow, Ciná sighed softly, knowing there was nothing to be done about it now. He got back to his paws, wincing a little as his tail shifted a bit with the motion, and went to follow Chimera as the other man led the way down the beach to a dwindling fire.

After a couple of pieces of wood were added to the flames and Chimera had settled on the sands, Ciná followed suit, laying on his stomach so that his tail could lay out as straight and relaxed behind him as he could. Satira had done a good job of patching him up and the way she bandaged and splinted it kept it from moving too much anyway, but the more he could keep from moving it the more comfortable it felt. He had a hard time meeting Chimera's gaze and only glanced up at him when he questioned if he felt better after 'murdering the tree'. Ciná scoffed softly and looked back down at his paws as he fidgeted a bit with the sand under them. "No... not really," he replied after a beat of hesitation, his ears flicking back again. He knew Chimera would likely want an explanation and he honestly didn't even know where to begin. He had never discussed his family, where he came from, or his past with Chimera. It had never come up and it hadn't mattered which was honestly one of the reasons he felt like he had been able to settle in here so easily. Now all of those things had come rushing at him all at once and he would have to figure out how to navigate it whether he wanted to or not.

He sighed and gave a little shake of his head before he finally just got on with it, deciding that beating around the bush was just going to make it worse. "I was crossing over the bifrost coming back to Auster and ran into my father. It's the first time I've seen him since his pack dissolved... He was the alpha of Incindium." There had been plenty of wolves at the challenge where so he couldn't imagine that a fellow alpha wouldn't know about it, but he didn't really know what Chimera did and didn't know either. "I gave him a piece of my mind about what an awful, absent excuse of a father he was and he lost it. He attacked me, tried to rip off my tail. I took off his ear instead." When he spoke there was an edge of anger to his words, but mostly he just sounded distant and detached. He didn't want to think too deeply about any of it to keep himself from falling into those emotions again and in a way he almost felt like a spectator to all of it, like it was too absurd to have actually happened. But it had, it was his life and he had lived it and he wished he hadn't.

"Cináed"