Chimera Fields to be hid

He'd scent-marked the edges of the plateau before heading out, tired of waiting around for his errant nephew. The kid was around — they'd exchanged a few howls over the past several days — but it was clear he had his own agenda. Kindle had half a mind to wash his hands of it, and the other half to grab the boy by the ear and drag him along.

Instead, he took a break from waiting and headed down into the valley. Perhaps he could find his own trouble to get up to in the mean time...

Or perhaps he could find an old lady. Kindle stood watching her for a long moment while she snuffled through the field. She had plants tangled in her fur like some kind of bog witch, and Kindle immediately liked her. He began wandering closer, and soon approached wholesale, his body language polite but chipper.

"Good morning, ma'am. What are you looking for?" he asked her. He was ready to stick out and elbow and help her cross the street — not that she looked like she needed it. It was just the done thing, and Kindle loved fiercely to observe these social mores.