Get In Loser, We're Going Hunting

The wolves picked silently at their meal and, once Reila was finished, she thanked him again. Chimera nodded and continued eating. Even when the drizzle began sifting through the thickly laced canopy and dripping down upon him, he continued eating. A little rain on an already damp body wouldn't bother him. It would bother Reila though, it seemed. He noted that she pulled the fur more tightly around herself. Since it was his duty to protect her, Chimera quickly set up a game plan.

Standing, the brute tossed the bony, fatty remnants of his meal away from the camp, his pink tongue lashing over his lips to rid himself of clinging meat and grease. Far off, thunder shook the grove and the man's eyes narrowed for a moment. Already the falling rain was putting out the fire that he'd built. Hmm Hmm... Moving across the camp, the giant brute lifted the edge of the cart and backed it up into the nearest tree. He then took the oiled, water repellant fur from the ground where Reila had placed it for him and flung it over the edge of the cart and one branch of the tree, creating a little tent where they could seek shelter. Just in time, too. The thunder grew closer and soon the rain was pouring down through the nooks and crannies of the canopy.

Chimera ushered Reila beneath the cart tent, giving her the driest spot. He sat closer to the entrance, getting his back and tail rather wet, but they both wouldn't fit unless they were in very close proximity to one another.

"Chimera Klein"