Chimera Fields destruction

With a sorrowful expression on his face, Pantaleimon looked over the ravaged lands, his heart going out to it. Even if flowers and grass weren't sentient, Pantaleimon could not help but be saddened by the lack of life and the destruction that had been caused here. It didn't surprise Pan that he was all alone out here.

Pantaleimon started to walk through the broken lands, not searching for anything in particular; perhaps Pan just wanted, or needed, to be alone right now. He closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh before continuing the walk through the scarred ex-field, when his eye suddenly fell on a piece of meat.

It surprised Pan to find food out here in the middle of nowhere, and the gamekeeper looked around instantly to see if no one was nearby. Pantaleimon walked up to the piece of meat and sniffed it, though felt suspicious; why would there be food out here with no one to have eaten it already? Why hadn't any scavengers gone for it, and how had this creature died, if not from a hungry predator's teeth?

There was something tricky about this -- it just didn't feel right -- and Pantaleimon arched his neck and carefully touched the meat with a paw, hoping to figure out whether or not it was safe to eat. The meat didn't smell too weird, which actually comforted Pan a little bit. Maybe he'd have a bite and take the rest home if he couldn't find anything off by prodding around.