Well That Was Quick

The presence of his sister was noted, but not as much as the presence of the one with her. Chimera felt uneasy, wondering if his sibling was grasping at straws on the rebound and this was just some random brute to make herself feel better. Any poor decision that she made could potentially bring about the downfall of Ashen and would affect Fenmyre as well. The King wanted to believe that his sister was smarter than all that, but he remembered how broken and dejected she'd been when she came to his border to tell him the news. It wouldn't be unbelievable if she was just trying to feel anything other than abandoned and sad, but emotions and smarts didn't always go paw in paw. So what was a brother to do? Get to the bottom of it all, of course.

Leaving Aliana for but a moment, Chimera approached his sister and the wolf that she'd been dancing with. No doubt the man knew who he was as their eyes had met. Yes, Chimera had given a disapproving stare. Who knew what power hungry scheme this man might have? Consort to the Empress of the Ashen Empire would be a cushy position indeed. He wouldn't warn the man off outright, but he would definitely test his mettle and gauge just what kind of wolf he was.

"Sister," the dual-toned behemoth greeted in smooth baritones. "I see you've found a friend." The man's pale pink eye moved to rest upon the navy and white man, his brow rising in question. It wasn't a friendly expression, but it wasn't one of outward hostility. If anything, it was neutral questioning. How would the brute respond?

"Chimera"