Get In Loser, We're Going Hunting

Reila questioned him about cleaning himself of the pigs blood and Chimera gave his bloodied fur a cursory glance. Did it bother her to see him covered in blood? "Soon," he stated motioning for her to go ahead with a tilt of his head. He would find her. There was still work to be done before they could relax for the evening. He wouldn't be hauling this hefty a load back after such strenuous activity.

Chimera pulled the cart close and began dragging their haul onto it. Biggest pigs on the bottom, smallest on the top, though one he left out for them to eat for dinner. He secured the carcasses with ropes, then covered them with a large oiled skin to protect them from both the elements and any scavengers. Collecting some wood, Chimera built a little fire, staking the smallest pig over it to heat the meat and give it a little bit of smoky flavor. By the time they were finished cleaning the pig blood from their fur, the meat should have been cooked through well enough. Deeming his work done, Chi followed Reila's scent, moving in the direction that she'd gone.

"Chimera Klein"