Get In Loser, We're Going Hunting

After making sure that Reila could exit the pit and hearing her affirmation that she was ready, the two-toned brute moved off through the grove of trees. The stench of wallowing pigs grew stronger and he knew that he'd chosen the right direction. In time, he could hear them as well. The wolves had to stick to hiding behind the thicker trees as their was little undergrowth here. Peering out from behind the tree, Chimera eyed the pigs, taking note of the number, the size. If they could run them all into the pit, they could go home with a good haul. His target was a large boar, however. Even that one pig would prove to be a decent meal for the pack.

Turning his attention to Reila to silently ask if she was ready, the giant noted a chunk of dirt clinging to her cheek. Raising one paw, he brushed it away from white and grey fur. Then he split off from the fae and silently moved, skirting around the pigs until he was behind them. If they ran together, they could hem in the porcine pack and push then right into the pit. From his place, Chimera made eye contact with Reila, silently asking if she was ready to run.

"Chimera Klein"