Strong Enough

Though Chimera was the lone protector of the island, even he needed a break sometimes. With the world still dark, the island had become rather depressing. He would never be gone for long, but sometimes he just needed to be gone. Today was one of those days.

Chimera had crossed to the mainland and had made his way towards the falls. His lope ate up the distance and he seemed to make if there in no time. Speckled nose to the ground, the black and white man sniffed this and that, seeing if anything had changed since the last time that he was here. Visually, everything had changed. Scent-wise, it all seemed the same. Until he caught the scent of cat, that is.

A loud commotion brought the dire brute moving forward. His blocky skull pushed through the foliage and he spied a young wolf and a cat squaring off. It was an odd sight and the stone upon which they stood looked more like a stage in the bright moonlight. Chimera moved into the open, seated on a stone shelf above the pair, watching with his mismatched eyes. If things got too dangerous, he would step in. Until then, he would watch and assess the boy.

"Chimera"