Fight It!

The smaller wolf's words stopped Chimera's breath simply from the sheer audacity of the boy. "Friend?" he growled low. Who did this fish wolf think he was? Chimera could kill this wolf as easily as he had killed the snake. The boy meant nothing to him. No one did. Just Siren. Not even Venom or his mother meant anything. Just Siren.

Chimera blinked again as the wolf asked if he needed help carrying the snake. Who would want such a thing? "No," was the simple reply. What was wrong with people? Couldn't someone just kill something to kill it these days? Shaking his head, Chimera turned and began to walk away from the other wolf. He was done here. There was no point in sticking around to talk about it. He was such a good conversationalist, after all.