Get In Loser, We're Going Hunting

When Chimera approached her, she was able to turn her head to face him again, which again was just a part of how she was trained. In a way, Reila may have never been Chimera's. Everything she did was out of how others created her. Not shaped, but built. She was never her own. There would probably never be a time she was free of her prior life. It was like she put her chin in his paw as he raised it, but when he spoke she too couldn't help but feel bad for the way she reacted knowing that it was something that could have bothered him. "It's not that, it's... I actually don't know what it is. But it isn't you." She wasn't necessarily afraid of Chimera, it was just this part of her that was expecting something bad or harmful when she messed up or missed something.

With Chimera leaving the water, Reila stood and followed behind him, standing a short distance before shaking her pelt as well. Not expecting a prepared dinner when they got back she responded a little surprised, "Oh, thank you." And went to follow him back to camp as he suggested.

When they returned, she let him handle the cooked meat by the fire while she went to the cart and grabbed a couple of the pelts they had taken along. She first laid one out for Chimera if he chose to lay on it, then laid hers out but waited for her share of the meal before going to wrap herself up in the pelt to dry off a little better.

"Reila"