Second Time's the Charm

Exhaustion from the sheer mental and physical strain of the long night had at last taken its toll on the Fenmyre king. Rarely did he admit defeat, but Chimera knew that he wasn't up to snuff. He needed rest and recuperation in order to be able to care for his family once more. His women stepped up, Dalila taking the helm. He couldn't have been more proud.

Chimera had taken up residence on the far end of the island in one of the luxurious cabanas that he'd refinished. Most of his time was spent sleeping, his big body just purely needing the rest. It felt odd to be separated from everyone, but he didn't wish to infect his wolves if he was indeed infectious. Sometimes headaches and nausea would strike. He wouldn't risk it.

Today he lay out on the sand, allowing the warmth of the finality come sun to sink into him, providing his body with much needed nutrients. The light strung his pale eye, but he dealt with it by placing a thick foreleg across his muzzle. He would have to retreat inside soon, but he just wasn't ready yet.