~ Zev ~
A deep growl—below the level of Sasha's hearing—began in Yhet's chest and Zev rushed forward to put himself between Sasha and the huge Chimera.
Yhet was sweet-natured and innocent, much like a child most of the time. The sasquatch were very long lived, and late to mature. Yhet was fifty years old, yet treated Zev like an older brother. Of all the Chimera, he was probably the very best for Sasha to meet first, because the sasquatch were always curious, and hard to anger. Very rarely violent.
But Yhet had lost his mate to the human researchers five years earlier, right before Zev had come home. Even though he hadn't yet started wasting away, the sasquatch's emotions were—by their standards—perilously close to the surface.
"Yhet," he said cautiously, one hand up in front of the male whose eyes hadn't left Sasha, "listen to me, this is Sasha. I brought Sasha home."
