Going Out Of My Way

It had been brought up at one of the council meetings that some wolves were getting tired of red meat. Really? They could afford to be picky now? Winter made prey scarce. He and Viper were bringing in tons of red meat, but now that wasn't good enough. The dire wolf almost opened his mouth to make some retort but he remembered his oath at the last minute. That didn't stop him from grumbling audibly though. So what, now they had to go out and catch birds? Or fish? It was disgusting. The bastards should be happy that they were able to eat anything at all.

Chimera sent his dogs to fetch Viper as always. Even the prospect of seeing the woman didn't lighten his spirits. He was too busy being grumpy today. If he ruled, there would be no room for whining. His wolves would take what they were given and they would be thankful. They wouldn't get to pick and choose and generally be prissy fucks.

Taking the net that Viper had used to cover the spike pit, Chimera wrapped it up with a few ropes and other items inside. Today they were going to catch fish, if they were lucky. Once they did, he'd better never hear another word of complaint from the peanut gallery.