Roots run deep

Surprisingly, the woman shifted into being an easy companion. She laughed as he told her what had been done in the northern lands rather than shirk away or give him a disapproving glance like most women would. That earned her points in Chimera's eyes. She wasn't stuffy and she didn't seem to be putting up an act.

The conversation shifted to Fenmyre and now it was Chimera's turn to release a small chuckle as she returned his northern antics to him. "Fenmyre is a place of pleasure," he began. "A place where wolves can come to play out their dark desires without repercussion." He wouldn't tell her too much, but if she was interested in experiencing such things, she was welcome to come give his island a try. "You and your man are welcome to taste the islands pleasures, should you wish it." The smell of a brute was thick on her amaranthine pelt. He knew there was a man. Maybe more than one. Who knew?

"If you take this northern pack, you should seek me out in Fenmyre. We'll have much to discuss." Already he liked her, so why not hint at a future alliance? There weren't many wolves who were worth his time, let alone the effort that it took to create an alliance. He rarely got along with anyone, so it might be worth it to build this bridge in the long run.

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