Chimera might have said to meet Anwen a few evenings after they had first met, but every time Chimera had gone to meet her, she was simply not there. Nothing but the gentle whisper of dead, rustling wheat and the vast expanse of mostly-virgin snow rose up to meet him. The frost-covered slopes were now a soft blue, awaiting the light of the waning gibbous moon. Chimera himself was a stark brown and black in the absence of the sun and he wondered if he would be able to pick his friend out of the snow in the growing dark or if he would be stood up again.
Just to be sure he had not missed her, he patrolled along his parents' borders with his nose to the ground, scouting all directions from where he had first met the white-furred girl. He didn't find her and had no choice but to return to point zero. Worried, white-trimmed irises scoured the wintery landscape. If it had been him, he might have kept her waiting a few nights too, but he had been - and still was - truly excited to see the sights that she had mentioned to him.
As a measure of caution, just to cover all his bases, he let out a soft bark. Nothing came back in response. He swallowed, certain by now that he was probably the most 'needy' of the two of them (which, to Chimera, made no sense since he had Gale and Neko to adventure with from time to time). He paced around the very spot where her days-old scent barely clung to the ground. Then, in near-desperation, he called out into the twilight, "Anwen?"