Not Worth the Trouble

Mort had been so busy with his duties and training that Siren managed to escape his watchful eye. After a while she couldn’t handle it anymore and she had to get out. Siren longed for things to go back to how they were, but everyday she lost her hope of that return. The young Klein didn’t know where she was going but she was definitely going somewhere. The girl walked as far as she could, but eventually the weather changed and she was quickly doused. Her long fur held the water and she looked a lot like a drowned rat. She quickly turned into a muddy mess.

When she was sure that her little paws were going to fall off and she was going to die of exhaustion or exposure Siren found Chimera. He looked broken beneath the tree, his fur disheveled. He smelled like infection. She whined softly as she approached, she had nothing to help him with but she would do her best to wash his wounds. Siren would use her long fur if she had to. (the clean bits!)

”Chi… Chimera?” She stuttered softly as she stopped in front of him.