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The woman assured him that she wasn't upset and Chimera snorted a soft exhale of air. "You certainly seem upset." Yeah, maybe he was picking at her a bit. She wasn't acting like her normal self and it was because he hadn't kissed her beside the bonfire. She had been inebriated and it hadn't felt right, so he had denied her. It was as simple as that in the man's mind. Just like a woman, it wasn't so simple in hers, apparently.

Reila rose and came to help him with his pot, giving him pointers on how it should be done. She slid her slender paws down the clay, touching his paw in the process. He attempted to mimic her actions, sliding his paws in the same manner that she did, but he ended up making his clay container very wonky and lopsided. Lips peeled back and the brute growled in frustration. One big paw rose and fell, smashing the clay down flat. He was obviously giving up. Clay spattered his coat and the man made a sound of disgust, ears flattening out side ways in irritation.

"Chimera Klein"