Reporting for duty

Artorias had promised at least one body to fill his ranks for now and it seemed as though the blue man had followed through on that promise. An unfamiliar voice rang out, pulling Chimera from his work as he stripped flesh and hung it above a fire to dry. As such, when he went to meet this newcomer, the brute's paws and forelegs were flecked in blood. Moving across the island towards the ferry, Chimera was a little surprised to see that the wolf wasn't even here to meet him. Instead, he stood on the opposite bank. With a soft snort, Chimera grabbed the rope and gave it a pull, jiggling the ferry as it moved on the opposite bank. Once the wolf was on the raft, the two-toned man pulled him to the other side.

Chimera's halved gaze took the boy in. Because he was still very young. He could only trust Artorias' judgement that this wolf was indeed a warrior. He wore armor, but anyone could wear armor. By the scent on him, it was clear that he was from The Hallows. The shark-toothed man gave the younger wolf a nod. "Chimera, King of Fenmyre. I assume you're the one that Artorias has sent to me?" The brow above his milky white eye arched in question.

Chimera Klein