When blood calls

Well, wasn't that an interesting surprise? As Chimera worked to fortify the duck enclosure that he and the girls had crafted, a howl rang out. The voice was familiar and the black and white brute huffed in wonder, a smile on his maw. Dusting off his paws, the big man loped towards the border, making his way across to the estuary. Standing there, waiting patiently, was Orthrus. The black and grey boy had grown into a fine young man.

Moving towards his son, Chimera swept one thick foreleg out, pulling Orthrus into his embrace. "It's good to see you, my boy." Once he released his hold, Chimera seated himself. "It seems as though all of you are finding your way back to your mother and I. How have you been?" The brute gave a slight head tilt as he questioned his son.

"Chimera Klein"