Return of the King... Sort of.

It hadn't been a cold or indigestion or some silly flu bug. Chimera wouldn't have even considered giving up his home for something so trivial. When the once proud King of Fenmyre had begun wasting away, then there was something to be concerned about. In such a state, he wouldn't be able to protect those that he cared for; those within his rule. For the first time since his childhood, the brute had been uncertain. He didn't like relying on others and he definitely didn't like not being strong enough to defend his home and family. Healers had been consulted. His queens went above and beyond for him, searching for cures and things to alleviate his symptoms. In the end, a wiry old wolf advised him to seek out warmer climes, having seen such an illness before. So... he followed that advice.

The going was rough and more than once Chimera thought that he would die. With the warmth of the southern sun and the never ending love and care of his queens and their hard work, the giant man thwarted death and began to recover. It was a long road, but once he began to feel like himself again, the first order of business was going back to rejoin his family. Things would be different, however. The illness had come back once and the man wasn't sure if it would be a recurring thing. It would be a waste of effort to reforge his kingdom until he was certain that he'd beaten back the illness for good. So, he sent word to his sister, Venom. They needed to have a talk.

At the edge of the territory, the dire giant gave a low howl, calling for his sister. He would be respectful of Ashen's boundaries until he was sure that he and his group would be welcome there. The man seated himself in a patch of sunlight. The temperature was drastically different from where he'd been holed up. Winter was making Boreas chilly, though it wasn't as bad here as it was in the northern reaches, he was sure. Still... he would need many furs to line his future den. Already he planned to make trips to his former lands to salvage what he could. First he needed to speak to his sister and swallow his pride to ask for her help.

"Speech"