Try To Shut Me Down

When Reila returned and questioned him, Chimera released a contemplative hum. He wouldn't mind sleeping on the sand if there weren't sand fleas so the brute pulled himself to his paws, stepped away to give himself a shake, then moved towards the cart. It was the same cart that they took when they went hunting, so there was space. Four wheels kept it level. Jumping up into the cart, Chimera laid out one of the furs. "This will be good enough," he told her. The night was too hot for much more. A tent would be stifling.

Chimera extended a paw, helping the woman up and into the cart. Their silly cup thingy was tucked into one corner and their wad of clay was tucked into another so there was quite a bit of space for the pair to sleep comfortably. Sprawling out on his side on the fur, Chimera yawned, jaws going wide for a moment before slapping his chops a few times. With his head on the rolled up tent, he closed his eyes. Reila might be out all night, but he would be on alert, just in case.

"Speech"