Get In Loser, We're Going Hunting

A pale pink eye lighted upon the bathing woman and she noticed him in turn. Reila waved him over and the behemoth of a wolf waded into the stream. The water was cool and refreshing and he stopped to take a drink before closing the distance between them. Chimera could smell the lavender thickly in the air and his speckled nose wrinkled in distaste. As Reila raised a paw, intending to mash some sort of concoction into his fur, one big paw flew up and grasped her wrist before she could touch him with it. "No," he spoke, releasing the small woman's appendage. "I detest lavender." He appreciated the gesture, but... ugh.

Taking a step away from the tri-colored fae so as not to undo all of her careful washing, Chimera immersed himself in the water. Once the water loosened the clinging blood, he began gently dragging his claws through the thicker fur on his chest. The water would clear away most of the rest, but there were chunks of viscera lodged in the thickest fur. The stream ran red as it pulled the blood away. Chi dunked his face below the surface of the water and gave it a good scrub with his paws. The man surfaced, turned to the fae and shrugged. "Did I miss anything?"

"Chimera Klein"