Niles had to give it to the kid. Even if he was sometimes sad, a little quirky, much smaller than most (to say Niles dwarfed the yearling was pretty much a fact), and fiery when brushed the wrong way, Chimera held a fire within that was hard to snuff out (whereas Niles had to continually light and relight his inner sense of self over and over). The most important thing was: they weren't dead yet. With all the coyote trails they had been haphazardly following, Niles was sure he could fend off a pack of the buggers, but he wasn't certain about his choice to leave the Scowle and his siblings behind.
This is only temporary, he had told himself in his head for what could've been the hundredth time that day. As the kid had offered, Wild Rye Fields would be a decent place to hideaway. In the autumn it would be touched with gold and the grasses harbored not only several prime spots for denning but small prey, too. If Niles needed a place to think, it would be there...
The sun was starting to descend, its glare hitting the side of the Lyall's face as they clambered up and over to the other side of the great ravine. "You said we didn't have to go far," he called out to the red-touched boy who was several wolf-lengths in front of him. "How long 'til we get there?"
we can say goodbye, just head home, but if we're going to be alone
Chimera is currently traveling with Niles and may hop into this IC thread!