Innocence

Chimera waited for the wolf to either say that they were ready or to begin pulling the cable to move themselves, but they used the raft completely wrong. The multi-hued fae arrived at the island kicking in the water. The dire brute wrinkled his nose for a moment. What in the actual hell? Had the woman never seen a cable bridge before? You just pulled the rope and the rope ran through a set of wheels set in the raft, thus pulling it through the water. He didn't think it was that difficult, but apparently it was. Whatever.

The woman finally made it to land, a bag around her neck and a bird nearby. The brow above Chimera's lifeless white eye lifted as he stared down at the smaller wolf. She questioned him, asking if he was king here. "Chimera, King of Fenmyre," he agreed in his low, growling purr. "Not many women come calling in this place. Who might you be?" Her scent held a hint of something familiar, but not familiar enough for him to be able to place it immediately.

"Speech"