Firefly Ravine the rabbit hole never to be found

None of what the stranger described appealed to Atomsk in the slightest. It sounded slim and lonely up ahead, and the prospect of small prey felt useless to the titan unless they also happened to be dead or dying. In desperate times he'd been known to run down even a sharp rabbit, but he was never satisfied by such meager meals, and the odds for success lessened dramatically in more bountiful seasons, given his tendency to put on weight. Atomsk shook his large head, deciding not to head that way, and licked his chops as he processed other choices. "I was more on the hunt for company," he admitted after a beat. "Know of any packs from the way you've come?"