Get In Loser, We're Going Hunting

The immediate change in Reila's disposition as he stopped her from mashing the lavender into him was noted. He almost felt bad about it, but he hadn't done anything rude or out of line. He simply didn't like smelling like a flowery little female. "Reila," he began, but she was already pulling away with the intent to wash the lavender from her own body. He didn't care if she smelled flowery, he just didn't want to. The big brute inhaled deeply and released a long sigh before going back to washing himself.

Having asked Reila if he missed a spot, she fought to look at him, though eventually informed him that he's missed a spot on his chin. Chi gave his face another thorough washing. The woman still wouldn't look at him and Chimera sighed. Moving across the stream, he came up to her and, much as he had before, lifted a paw to raise the fae's chin, gently making her look at him. "I'm sorry if I frightened you," his voice was soft, as was his expression. "You are my wolf, Reila. You needn't fear me." One rough pad slid over her chin before he released her. It was going to take some work until she found her balance with him.

"Come," he spoke, stepping past her and onto the bank where he moved off a ways to give his slick form a decent shake. "Dinner should be just about ready to eat by the time we get back." Lifting one black-toed paw yet again, he motioned for her to follow him back to camp.

"Chimera Klein"