Find What's Good

A sigh pulled from the man as Reila quickly exited the water and moved off towards camp. He waited a few more minutes in the shallows of the river before following suit. Up on the bank, he gave his coat a shake, fur sticking up in damp spikes. Drying by the fire would be ideal. He didn't think that he had any more pots in him tonight. Or ever again, for that matter.

Moving back into camp, Chimera rifled around in one of the packs that he'd brought. He extracted a smaller bag. Padding back to the fire, he lay down somewhat close to the woman, but not intimately so. Placing the sack between them, he opened it, withdrawing a bottle of wine, which he placed next to Reila before pulling out strips of dried, seasoned venison. He hadn't brought a bottle of water because the river was right there. Unnecessary weight. Popping a piece of the venison in his maw, Chimera chewed and swallowed, then rose and left without a word.

Some time later he returned with two little spikes in his mouth that glittered as they caught the light. Laying back beside Reila once more, he handed her one of the spikes. "Give it a try," he urged. He'd been told about the sweet treats that grew behind the falls and hoped that the sugar might sweeten his companions disposition. Whether she tried it or not, Chimera's tongue swept over his own sugar spike and he released a little sound of pleasure.

"Chimera Klein"