How May I Be Of Service

"You're feeling better, I see." Chimera had been cutting through the island to make his way back to the resort when he noted the pale form of the bound man timidly making his way towards a patch of flowers. If he was well enough to venture out on his own, then he was well enough to tell Chimera his story. It was about time.

Coming up behind the small, pale wolf, the hulking King of Fenmyre seated himself. "My wolves have been tending to your wounds. You were left in poor condition," as though he didn't know what condition he'd been left in. "I need to know who left you there and why. If you believe someone is coming to collect you, I'll need to decide what to do with you." He wouldn't risk bringing danger down on his pack unless the small man gave him a damn good reason to. Reila had been of sound mind and he had seen her potential. Chimera couldn't see much in this small, timid man. Not yet.

"Chimera"