Should Have Been Drowned

Well, she certainly was a strange one. Her mannerisms spoke of training and the repercussions of disobedience. Though he'd told her to settle, she still stayed on her back, eyes closed. It irritated the man and his tail began to lightly flick like a cats. He willed Aliana to hurry so that he could push this responsibility off on her for a while. There were too many other things to do than to be stuck here with a broken slave.

Atlas, she finally said. Chimera had dealt with them once or twice, but hadn't been particularly fond of their manner of business. The Fenmyre King had a particular set of criteria that his merchandise must meet and Atlas tended to lie for the sake of coin. The world was a horrible place. It wasn't difficult to find wolves that had taken part in atrocities. Atlas didn't want to bother with questions, however, and so Chimera ceased his dealings with them. "Atlas doesn't come here," he growled low. Where was Aliana?

Just then the clouded woman pushed through the door. Her aqua gaze landed upon the fae, then she was out the door once more. Seated in the entryway, Chimera waited for his queen to return. Once she had and set to work on tending to the broken fae, he almost stepped outside when Ali asked him to fetch supplies. When he was younger, this may have annoyed him, but he'd grown since then. Without a word, the black and white wolf slipped from the bungalow and dissolved into the forest. In time he found a decently sized stick which he then snapped in somewhat equal lengths. On a rock, he smoothed out the rough edges, then took the two pieces of wood back into the bungalow.

Having deposited the sticks beside Aliana, Chimera once again sat in the open doorway, the sea breeze sifting through the thicker fur of his chest and ruff. He wouldn't leave her alone with the strange woman. Not until he could further gauge her level of fight. If she was a danger, she would be culled. Until then, she was safe.

"Chimera Klein"