Get In Loser, We're Going Hunting

Reila nodded carefully as Chimera stated he would wash later and dismissed her to go on her own. She didn't care much for the blood on him, it was more of what was on herself. The way it was drying on her fur was bothersome. She found a stream that ran along the outside of the cathedral, placing her large leaf to the side and mashing the lavender and fat with a good amount of water and placing it inside the bank of the stream. The fat was swished around enough it was no longer in it's original form. The mixture created more of a running lotion that she used on her fur that washed out the blood and left a light smell of lavender present.

By the time she was nearly finished, she turned to see Chimera emerging from the grapevines after her. When he was close enough, she raised a paw out towards him to invite him into the stream. Only if he joined her did she go to place the lotion-soap onto his chest where the blood of the pigs had run off of his face. She really didn't think much of it, didn't think he could be bothered by it or that it may have been inappropriate. She had lived her life tending to the needs of others, all needs. Not just the darker and pointless desires.

"Reila"