Moonlight

The wolf in question was just a boy. He looked to be around the age of Cerberus himself. This could have been a mistake as young wolves weren't the most observant of creatures. The trespassing also could have been intentional, as young wolves often bridled against authority and rules. As the black and red boy stood, Chimera noted that he seemed to be in decent shape. He looked relatively clean aside from the sand that clung to him after being subdued. The brute's speckled nares flared once, twice. There was no scent of pack that he could discern. Hmm. At least the boy knew enough to keep his gaze lowered.

Dual toned haunches folded and Chimera seated himself upon the sand. His posture was very much one of ease, though he held his head high and his back straight. That was simply his natural state. There was no tension in his body, however. Not like the bunched muscles of the invader before him. He could almost see the boys thoughts. Would he hold his resolve or would he flee? Time would tell.

"You've trespassed on Fenmyre lands that are clearly marked," he began in low baritones. "Explain yourself." It wasn't a request. The behemoths pale pink eye fixed upon the boy. He expected an answer. Though he had a soft spot for children, it only went so far as to how respectful they were. Manners went a long way.

"Chimera Klein"