Get In Loser, We're Going Hunting

His request seemed to shock her, but Reila stammered out an agreement. It would do her well to speak to others with a similar past. Maybe Ali and Dal could give her something to help her sleep without fits. Maybe just talking through her ordeal would help somehow. Either way, Chimera wanted her doing all that she could to better herself and her situation.

Since the agreement was struck, the bloodied man shrugged out of the carts yoke. Reila had already moved away and settled down, though she looked as though she wouldn't be sleeping. The man huffed lightly. "Go back under the cart where it's somewhat dry," he instructed. The fur was still under there as well. He wouldn't be sleeping anytime soon though. Only an idiot pretended that a wound didn't hurt. After a while the pain would drift away, but it wasn't quite there yet. Instead of laying down, Chimera inspected the waterlogged remnants of the fire that he'd built, seeing if there was anything that he could salvage. There was not.

"Chimera Klein"