Gonna fly this boat to the moon somehow

Erys gave a big long stretch before walking up the docks towards the boat that he had helped Chimera restore not so long ago. It was a little more roomy than his bungalow, and the gentle rock of the waves added a level of soothing comfort to the special place. Delicate pearlescent paws carried him over the deck of the ship as the sun neared the horizon. His bungalow was nice, but there wasn’t much that could beat the sunset view from the yacht. The horned wolf helped the King to bring it back to useful condition, and even after he returned to spruce up the inside and outside. Erys’ soft touch was plainly seen within and out now.

Chimera hadn’t been in the office when he swung by earlier, so part of him was hoping the massive King would be here now. He was a little disappointed when he found their ship empty. It didn’t matter though, he could still enjoy the sunset on his own. Being alone was much different now than it used to be. He was almost always watched before, when he was alone bad things were soon to happen. Now he could be on his own and there wasn’t any fear for what was to come. All of it was a bright day compared to life before. He was happy now, happier than he had ever been. That fact was all thanks to Chimera.

The King was often on his mind and especially this moment, here on their little hideaway, he couldn’t stop thinking about Chimera. He’d saved him, he saved his life but it was so much more than that. He saved him and brought him back, he returned the freedom and spirit that was stolen from him. The thought made him grin as he lowered himself onto the cushions that made up the sitting area. His silver eyes were drawn to the sky as the sun began to throw colors over the clouds above and little stars twinkled through beyond.

"Erystotle Atlas"