Chimera Fields Straight Out the Gate

His Beta turned her proud pale crown around and watched with fierce golden eyes as he approached. Arverk was grateful for her companionship, for however much he liked his 'alone time', wolves were social creatures and they tended to gravitate towards their own kind in the end. His tail — lowered, as befit his rank — flicked in an amiable manner in response to the Beta Female's swish of her own.

Arverk licked her chin submissively before falling in step slightly behind her, ears pricked and alert as he watched his surroundings with his keen blue gaze and sniffed the air for any unwelcomed visitors. It was only when Kroc spoke did he turn part of his attention back at her, the rest still scanning the area for other beings. "Most are too soft-hearted to strangers for their own good," the whale replied. "Others are idiots, foolish, ignorant and arrogant. Few have sense." Like Kroc, he did not underestimate them, but he didn't think too highly of them either.