The dance of death and life

Mornings weren't Chimera's strong suit thanks to the brute's pale skin and sensitive vision. Night was where he thrived. Overseeing a pack, however... it forced him to be active during the day. Mixing the two, Chimera spent half of the day awake and half of the night as well, often coming to bed quite late. Or quite early, depending on how you looked at it.

This night, the Fenmyrian King was out patrolling the beach when he came upon the sight of Orthrus meandering across the sand. A few well placed steps altered his course and he padded towards the boy. "Orthrus," the man greeted his son. "Looking for anything in particular?" Chimera didn't mind his children being awake late. Their mother might, but the King didn't mind at all, especially since he was also awake at such an hour.

"Chimera Klein"