Nothing To Say

Reila was very pretty when she gave him that little smirk and offered words of relaxation to him. Apparently he needed more of it. Chimera simply gave a rumble in reply and followed along behind her as she led the way towards the herd of gazelle.

More breaks would have been nice, but he simply had too much to do. Between three queens, ten children, Erystotle, two broken former slaves, the slaves in the pens, caring for the island and caring for the rest of the pack... there was little time for anything else. It wasn't often that he had time to himself, hence his project of turning the giant yacht into a relaxation pad just for himself. When he went to his queens during the night, more often than not, he simply slept. Thankfully Cerberus was getting to the age where he could take up more responsibility in preparation to one day take over Fenmyre, though that wouldn't be any time soon. Chimera wasn't exactly old, now was he? He hadn't had his fill of being a king just yet.

"Chimera Klein"