Grow New Roots

Having settled down, Chimera began licking the water droplets from his forelegs. The rest of his fur would be damp, but being within the cave for a time with the breeze gusting about, he would surely be dry before he left. The small man insisted on thanking him again and Chimera simply released a grumbled hum. Acceptance and dismissal of the apology. It was over with.

The hesitancy at answering the question of his origins was well noted and the giant brute stopped grooming himself to fix his full attention on the marbled man. He could understand not wanting to share so much personal information with someone that had just been met, but it made him curious nonetheless. In time, Valens spoke and Chimera listened. A fighting ring. A servant. A land far away. He could see it. The other wolf's demeanor screamed servitude with all of the 'sir' and whatnot that he threw into his speech.

Upon being asked where he was, Chimera gave him the answer. "You are in Boreas. Traveling south will take you to Auster." Chi shifted, resting on one hip with his hind legs stretched out to the side comfortably. "As far as I'm aware, there are no fighting rings here, so you should be far enough away from your former captors." If anyone would know of such a thing, it would be Chimera, the former slave lord.

"Chimera Klein"