Get In Loser, We're Going Hunting

Chimera continued to splash water onto the wounds and the bleeding was slowing, but not quite done yet. She'd caught him on the white side of his body, so the blood would be rather noticeable. The bite hadn't been terribly deep and she'd mostly had a mouthful of fur, but there would be a few puncture wounds. He'd made it worse when he tore her away, but... oh well. As the brute tended to his wound, he imagined he could have used the woman's silly word to call her off, but he had refused to do so. She would eventually learn to control herself, or she wouldn't.

Reila came in from the side, apologizing and asking after his well being. "I'm fine," he assured her. What kind of king would he be if he couldn't take a little bite here and there? "Just go back to sleep," he instructed.

The remnants of the rain dripped down through the canopy. Realistically, they could start their trek home since they were both awake and the rain had stopped, but pulling a fully loaded cart through mud didn't seem very ideal. Now wide awake, Chimera sighed and looked for a suitable place to rest. He wasn't getting back under the cart with Chomper there. One bite was enough.

"Chimera Klein"