You're that one guy from that one thing, right?

The beavers scattered as a hulking form snatched up one of their number by the neck, quickly ending its life and spilling its blood on the ground near the dams. With the dead beaver between his jaws, Chimera moved towards a large pile of corpses, depositing his kill upon it. Beavers were stupid and would soon be out milling around once more. They were easy kills and he could haul them all back to the island without too much trouble.

Wrapping his kill pile up in the giant bearskin. Chimera hefted the sack and began to move back towards his island. A purple lump seated nearby stopped him in his tracks. The massive man's eyes narrowed as he looked at the plum colored wolf. There was something familiar about him. The wind brought the scent of the smaller male to Chimera's nose and realization clicked. It was the little brute that had given him healing herbs and food when he'd broken his ribs. Chimera... hated owing anyone anything. He really, really hated it.

Dropping the sack to the ground with a squish, the two-toned beast moved forward towards the small man. "You there." He couldn't remember the mans name in the slightest. Mismatched ears flicked backwards for a moment before standing erect once more. "I owe you a debt for your service to me on the ship. Name your price." It was evident that owing someone was a little uncomfortable for the big man, but he would set things right, make them even, and be done with it.

"Chimera Klein"