Chimera Fields We found to our surprise that he was not fearsome

She approached, lured in by his invitation for company in what was perhaps the most submissive he had seen anyone to date. If his ambition had been any more tipped towards the necessity for power, it may have appeased him greatly; instead he found it curious that she forewent the common tongue and attended to their crossing with simplicity. He obliged her in return, letting his tail swing easily at his hocks. She was no threat and neither was he.

It was in this close exchange however he found the nuances of her being; the way her coat was far wilder and unkempt than the average, the smell of soil and flora rose off her readily and ever heady. Wolf yet not, some combination and some mystery enough to further whet his interest. She was certainly a strange find here of all places, yet perhaps she was not the one so out of place—save the bird. His wandering gaze found it, tucked away in the safety of a tangled, dirty plait. Now that was truly a strange sight.

"Is that your helper there?" he asked, words soft and hopefully well meaning. Seemed a better option than repeating their nonverbal greetings, amd certainly better than a tastless inquiry into what her heritage was. And of course, that was presuming she could even speak at all beyond hushed tones lodged in her throat.

sorry for the delay!