I Want A Moment To Be Real

Reila came to lay before him and Chimera offered her a lopsided grin as her paws rested over his. She was surprisingly touchy feely, so he didn't pull away. If this was part of her progress in forgetting that she was a slave, so be it. Besides, he couldn't say that he didn't enjoy her touches. In fact, he looked forward to them. From the playful way that they brushed past one another to the gentle touches that she gave when he was sore or wounded, Chimera enjoyed them all. He enjoyed her.

The woman's words met his ears and the brute chuckled, his tail thumping once in the grass. "Just a small one," he assured her. "Elk aren't exactly light." He'd already forgotten about banging his hip on the ground, but he would surely feel it in the morning. The man's gaze shifted, looking at their paws as they touched. "Do you want to stay out overnight or make the trek back now?" He was giving her options, curious of which she would choose. A night out could be dangerous for both of them and he didn't deny that. He acknowledged it fully. Every moment that he spent with the former slave woman was drawing him closer and closer into her trap. A snare set just for him.

"Speech"