Nothing To Say

Chimera hadn't been thinking of Viper this time when he offered Reila the kill. He'd simply done so because this was her hunt. The woman seemed pleased enough with the gesture and quickly ended the gazelle's life. "Bring the cart," he instructed. It would be easier to bring the cart to them than to drag the meat to the cart.

While Reila did his bidding, Chimera gutted their kill. Soon the vultures and other vermin would smell the offal and circle down to consume it. The canyon was close enough to Fenmyre that they could easily make it back before nightfall and Chimera was of a mind to do just that. However, camping out after a hunt had become the norm for the pair and he wouldn't make the decision for both of them.

When Reila returned with the cart, Chimera began hefting the carcasses onto it, covering them with the protective tarp after and tying it all down. Only then did he look to the small woman and question her. "Would you like to camp or head back home?" If being out and having these little excursions was therapeutic for the woman, he wouldn't want to stall her growth. The decision was up to her.

"Chimera Klein"