Better Late than Never

Chimera didn't say much since he wasn't naturally the talkative sort. It seemed that Manea's man was of a similar mind, as he said nothing at all. He remained silent even when she spoke of the night illness having affected him. In turn, she expressed her hopes that his family had fared well. They had and they hadn't. No one had died, but his pups had come close. He didn't want to get into it, so the brute merely nodded.

Talk shifted to the business at hand. Manea was planning to turn her band into a pack and would claim an island like his, only one in a colder clime. "Good choice," he rumbled. Islands were more easily fortified than land locked territories. That was part of the reason that he'd chosen this place. Siren's delicate sensibilities and her small herd of deer had been the deciding factor, however.

Manea suggested a practice raid to bolster the skills of their wolves. Chimera mulled the idea over for a while, but eventually nodded. "I accept." He then laid out his only rule. "No maiming." Cerberus would be participating as the boy was now old enough. He wouldn't have his son damaged during his first battle. "We'll be ready when you are."

"Chimera Klein"