Change The Inside Of Me

He could almost feel the wave of negative emotion pour off of the woman and, as he turned to look at her, caught the edges of her former expression as she slid her mask back in place. Reila assured him that she wasn't running away and it brought him a bit of relief. "That's good," he spoke softly. Had she run, she would have lost the safety that the pack provided. Had Atlas come to collect her, he would have had no qualms in pointing them in her direction.

Reila then went on to say that she didn't want to leave, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to stay. Chimera's brow furrowed. "That's something that you need to figure out before you're fully healed." He hinted at her, letting her know that he'd seen the way she favored her leg. "You're obviously able to hunt, so you'd be an asset to the pack. That also means that you're able to care for yourself if you wish."

"Let's head back," he spoke again, reaching down to latch his teeth into the hollowed out gazelle. It wasn't nearly as heavy now and gazelle were so slender that it was little trouble to drag along. After a while he'd have to swap sides or throw the carcass over his back, but he liked the workout.

"Chimera Klein"