Better Late than Never

Ears flicked forward as the call rang out. Chimera looked up from his bookwork and raised the brow above his milky white eye. He recognized the voice, but it hadn't been one that he'd expect to call upon him. Closing his book, he placed it back on the shelf with the rest. Shaking out his pelt, the massive brute made his way out of the complex and towards the ferry. Taking up the ropes, he sent the ferry to the opposite shore. Once the group of wolves was upon it, Chimera worked to pull the raft across the waters and back to home shore.

As the batch of wolves joined him on shore, the two-toned giant nodded to the adults. "Manea," he rumbled in his typical low tones. "This is a surprise," he admitted. Chimera didn't know what had happened to the purple woman after her loss to the strange, annoying, talkative, generally disagreeable... whatever the other woman had been. He only heard on the wind that she had lost to her somehow. At first he could hardly believe it. Manea had possessed the upper hand the entire time that he had been watching. The other fae must have pulled out some trickery at the end to have won.

Bringing his mismatched gaze to the silken furred brute beside her, Chimera nodded to him as well. "Chimera Klein, King of Fenmyre," he introduced himself. He then gave a nod to the children standing with them. No doubt they would be bored with whatever talk the adults would have so he canted his head, motioning towards the island. "The island is quite safe. Explore if your parents agree. See if you can find my children." The brute brought his gaze back to Manea. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Chimera Klein"