Chimera Fields drink a cup of cyanide for sweet dreams

As they neared one another, Tzila allowed her flank to brush up against his. She usually avoided such casual contact, but with this wolf, she felt relaxed enough to let her guard down. "I would hope that is indeed what the future holds." She hummed with a small smile. Though the future was an uncertain thing. It was never set in stone. She could only guess and maybe hope it played out a certain way. And what that was, she didn't even know yet.

She shook her dark head, ears flickering. "No. Unless I already have a pre-planned destination in mind, I go where these paws take me." She sat down beside him, content for the moment to look out past the expanse of burnt meadow to the one side. "I've always been a drifter. But what about you? Have your sights set on anywhere in particular?"