Get In Loser, We're Going Hunting

Reila's heart nearly stopped as Chimera abruptly stopped her paw before she could reach him. She could say she was rather surprised, and only when he told her what the problem was did she shyly back off just a little, some sort of anxiety ran through her in that moment. Surly a kind he would know having worked and lived with slaves. "Oh, I'm sorry." For the first time since they had met, she had a hard time actually looking at him. The sense of doing something wrong had actually put her into a more slave-like demeanor. "I'll wash off again." She immediately went to the mixture she had created, opening the stone barriers and letting it flow down the river to be forgotten.

She quickly rolled over in the stream water, most of the floral scent she had rubbed on her back and rump from pushing the pigs off the stakes. The smell would most likely not be completely gone, but she would have tamed it. Rolling back over on her stomach, she waited for Chimera to finish his own wash while she still let the river water flow over her rump. He asked if he had missed anything. Her eyes reluctant and carefully scanned over his face and chest as she looked, "Just a little on your chin." She didn't know he would have dinner waiting back at a little camp he had set up for the night. But really either way she'd probably stay where she was until he was ready to move on.

"Reila"