Fighting and adventure—two of my favorite things!

His sweet daughter, not so little anymore unfortunately, ran towards one of the big skulls and wasted no time in climbing atop it. Her words of being queen brought a chuckle from the brute. "It's a mammoth. They're like huge fuzzy elephants." Did she even know what an elephant was? He'd have to show her some day. He'd seen live mammoths during the winter when the ice bridge had formed, but this one was bigger and had been dead for a long, long time.

While looking up at his highly perched child, the familiar sound of hyena laughter bubbled up all around him. The dire brute turned, his back to the skull to fix his singular gaze upon the approaching creatures. He hoped that Ruse would just stay up top and let him handle this, but he knew she'd been working on her fighting. She wasn't a baby anymore, unfortunately, and he would have to let her learn. At least he could be here to make sure that things went well.

A big hyena rushed him and Chimera dove forward, jaws wide so that he could bite hard into the beasts face. The hyena squealed and spun, its ruptured eye dribbling liquid as it ran off. He'd drawn first blood and it showed on the white of his coat.

"Chimera & Rusalka"