My Gratitude

The exhaustion of the work that Chimera had put in during the long night had taken its toll on the beasts health and had rendered him low. An illness had taken hold, though nothing nearly as severe as the one that had threatened his family. The man just needed some time to recuperate and regain his strength. Dalila had gracefully stepped up to take the reins while the King took his much needed respite away. For this, he owed her.

Dalila, former slave. He had hated her so, even going to far as to wish her death at some points. Now... she was invaluable to him. The mother of his child, the companion to his women, a lover, a friend. She was a good wolf and she deserved to know it and she deserved to hear it from his lips.

Still out at one of the bungalows far down the beach, Chimera had built a small, comfortable fire on the sand. The sun had dipped low and the edge of the horizon was still tinged in reds and pinks, but it would soon be gone. The Fenmyre King called out for Dalila, requesting that she join him on the beach. She deserved a break after all of her hard work as well. Soon he would be back to ruling, but not quite yet.

"Speech"