Get In Loser, We're Going Hunting

Chimera had noticed the slightly glazed look on Reila's face, but didn't pay it much mind. A lot of wolves basked in the afterglow of a hunt and he assumed that she was doing something similar, as was he. The giant man had sprawled out on his belly for a time, stretching his muscles and giving himself a little break before the task that awaited him in the bottom of the pit. Reila rested as well, though she was on her paws more quickly than he was. The woman slid down into the pit and pressed her shoulder up under one of the hogs, lifting it off of the spike. Chimera released a little hmmph, then leaned over the side, grasped one of the spikes between his teeth, and pulled upward. He repeated this until all of the spikes were out of the pit. Now all they had to do was drag the hogs up and out.

With the pointy danger gone, the black and white dire entered the pit as well. He latched his teeth into the largest of the hogs and hauled it out of the hole. The action was repeated until all five pigs were laid out side by side. Just as he had done to the gazelle, Chimera used teeth and claws to open up the bellies of the hogs, turning their innards into outards. The brute pushed the viscera into the empty pit just to get it out of the way.

With his white pelt stained red, Chimera flicked his tongue over blood stained lips, his eyes on the woman. "How is your leg?" He needed to know how close she was to being fully healed. He understood pushing oneself, but pushing oneself to the point of damage was counterproductive.

"Chimera Klein"