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

Another sea dweller, at least of a sort. It should not have surprised him as it did, given how close they were to the long stretch of sandy shores. The barren field and the gouge that separated all served more as a buffer, a literal border between sea and wilderness. He couldn't help but cast a glance that way, past the wolfdog and the bird, and wonder more what it was that had led her to this jump and die, or whatever it was that had led her to be lost.

Still, an opportunity presented itself. He was speaking before he realized it.

"Are you looking for somewhere safe to stay? There's a forest, not too far from here," he said, gesturing over his shoulder. "Just a few of us staying there as long as we have need of it. It's quiet," and deep, and thick, and all sorts of words he could think of at length to append to it but didn't, "and you could rest." The offer seemed tactless and more than likely was but the world was without a doubt wild and unforgiving. Why on earth he thought about being some bastion of kindness (or maybe simply ignorance) was beyond guessing.