Roots run deep

With preparations for departure well on the way, a child born and two more coming, the constant nattering of the women around him and the general pressure that came with being the Kage of Ashen, Chimera needed and deserved a little break. Some space and time to breathe. After telling Siren so that she wouldn't worry and instructing her to inform the others, the dire brute left the island, taking the bridge with him. None of them would be leaving while he was away and no one would be visiting either.

Wide paws took the giant to the dark sands of the beach that he liked so well. He had almost claimed this place, but it wasn't as impenetrable as the island that he had in mind. What Chimera craved most was the security that being surrounded by a body of water brought. Security and peace of mind. Any invaders would be hard pressed to reach said island. Especially once Gem, Meg and Moccasin raised their offspring and began their training and patrols.

Chimera allowed his speckled pads to soak up the warmth of the obsidian sand beneath them before he continued. The oncoming winter was slowly making the sea shift from blue to grey. The giant's eyes were narrowed against the onslaught of the sun, so he didn't see the purple woman until he was within range of her seeing him as well. He watched at he bird flew off with items clutched in its talons. Internally he sighed. His time of solitude would have to wait, apparently. Having come around the edge of some of the rock wall, they were too close for him to just turn and leave. There were things to think about now. He would have to be diplomatic. Always thinking of the affect that his actions would have on the pack that he would soon create.

The two-toned giant with his flecking of slate stood tall, his mismatched eyes firmly meeting those of the horned, purple woman before him. "Lady," he greeted civilly, but coolly at the same time. He didn't expect more than pleasantries.

"Chimera"