How May I Be Of Service

The small man cowered, but it didn't phase Chimera. He was used to small wolves feeling fear around him. Especially small slaves. It was obvious that this little man had been used and abused almost beyond repair, so the cowering made sense. After hesitating, the little wolf claimed to be much better than he'd been previously. That much was obvious to the Fenmyrian king.

After being questioned again, the little wolf claimed that no one would be looking for him and that he'd failed too many times. A bad slave, it seemed. A low rumble reverberated through Chimera's wide chest as he contemplated the words of the small man. "You don't look as though you'd be able to make it in the wild on your own," he openly observed, mismatched eyes narrowing as he stared at the pale brute. The man was in poor condition, yes, but he was also very small and looked rather frail. Unlike some of the wolves that he'd saved, this brute had yet to rouse any emotion in Chimera. Perhaps it was too soon to judge, however.

So what did he do with him? It was obvious that the man knew servitude all too well. The gears in Chimera's mind turned, thinking up a game plan for the man. "You're welcome to stay here in Fenmyre," he offered, "But there will be expectations. You'll report directly to Erystotle, the man that saved your life. You'll be expected to grow strong once more so that you can contribute to the pack. Do you understand?" Mismatched ears shifted forward, waiting for a reply. "Or, if you'd rather brave the world on your own, one of my wolves will see you to the mainland. The choice is yours." From the look of the little brute, Chimera doubted that he'd ever been given a choice for anything.

"Chimera"