Never Gave a Warning Sign

The nighttime world was where Chimera thrived and thus, the brute had been out walking the long expanse of beach when he came upon one of his wolves assaulting a tree, of all things. The black and white giant watched with mild interest as Cinaed continued to strike the tree again and again with a branch held between his teeth. The Fenmyrian King could feel the frustration pouring off of the red wolf like a searing hot aura. What had riled the man so? He intended to find out.

Once the branch broke and the fiery brute crumpled in defeat, the two-toned giant cleared his throat. Once eye contact was made, Chimera gave a pull of his head, indicating that Cinaed should follow. He led the younger wolf down the beach, back the way he'd come. The fire was still burning though it was small and a few more pieces of wood were added to make it blaze up once more.

Chimera settled into the sand, haunches folding before sliding down to lay upon his belly. With one obsidian dipped paw, he motioned for Cina to do the same. "Do you feel better after murdering the tree?" He noted the disheveled look of the brute and waited to hear the story.

"Chimera Klein"