Get In Loser, We're Going Hunting

Reila admitted that she didn't know why she'd reacted in such a way, but assured Chimera that it wasn't him. The man released a contemplative rumble. "There's a lot that you have to un-learn," he spoke as they began walking back to camp. "There are still times when Alina and Dalila forget that they're no longer slaves." Perhaps sharing that bit of information would help the woman if only a little.

Back at camp, Reila took one of the furs and curled up in it while Chimera tended to their meal. The skin of the small pig had charred, but they weren't going to eat the skin. The insides had cooked nicely, though the meat was still on the rare side. Before having women in his life, Chimera wouldn't have dreamed of cooking his meat. These days, he quite liked it, though this pork wouldn't be spiced to perfection like Dalila was capable of.

Ripping the pig in half, the man placed the meat on a dish made of many wide grape leaves. He then sat it before Reila, then collected his own meal. The dire brute rested upon the fur that had been laid out for him, then began picking at his meal, peeling the charred skin away from the cooked flesh. He'd worked up quite an appetite.

"Chimera Klein"