Chimera Fields destruction

Pantaleimon extensively sniffed the food and licked his lips as he turned it over and sniffed the back, too. He prodded around in the meat and noticed some pieces were ripped open. Perhaps scavengers had taken some of it after all. Since the meat covered up the scent of the herbs, Pantaleimon did not notice anything off about the meat and his earlier suspicion began to wane. He didn't even consider it might be poisoned: if anything, Pan thought maybe it had some weird disease that could harm him. But nothing seemed very wrong with it that Pantaleimon could see, and it had probably just been killed by someone who'd then fought over it and dropped it somewhere, or perhaps it had died of old age.

Whatever the case, Pantaleimon's worries were quenched at least partially now, and he was hungry. After licking his lips one more time, the large pale wolf gingerly took a bite from the rabbit. His stomach rumbled after the journey he had made from Redhawk Caldera, so this was perfect. The scarred lands were momentarily forgotten, and Pantaleimon took a good couple of bites from the rabbit before he started to notice anything off. Pantaleimon lifted his head and swallowed difficultly -- not because of how nervous the sudden feeling that something was terribly wrong was making him feel, but because swallowing was growing physically difficult.