Vindictive and spiteful

It was night and, while Chimera wasn't asleep, he had been nestled down into a pile of furs, going through the last of the business necessary to move the pack elsewhere. If he was ruling Ashen, then he was thoroughly ruling Ashen. The pack would continue to claim the ravine as their own, but they would shift their land claims to the side. The estuary would allow them ample food and herb supplies and the island would provide the kind of seclusion and security that the dual-toned giant required.

As Chimera went over ledgers filled with tallies, Meg came to the door. The mastiff poked her head within the chamber and informed him that someone was here to see him and that she seemed to be either sick or drunk. With a furrowed brow, Chimera rose and followed the smaller canine out into the darkness.

In the longer grass, all that he could see at first were paws pointed towards the sky. As he neared, the body attached to them took form. Modesty. It had been a long, long time since he'd seen his niece and he hadn't expected their reunion to be quite so... upside down. "Modesty," low tones rumbled like far off thunder. "Do you need help standing?" The brow above his milky white eye lifted as he stared down at the colorful fae.

"Chimera"