Sleeping Dragon From each according to his ability; to each according to his need

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Breath coming out in laboured pants, the brute continued to rush forward, dark eyes aimed on the plump little rabbit that bounded ahead of him. He had singled it out when it dared poke its head above ground back in a grassy plain and now, he was closing in. At least, in Gristle's mind he was. In truth, he was slowly losing to the much speedier creature, his long strides unable to keep up with it. Drool fell from his lips, stomach churning in anticipation as he sped straight towards a geyser field.

The rabbit almost seemed to disappear amongst the white steam, its own pale fur blending into the low-lying mist. The man snarled in frustration as it darted behind a rise in the land, breaking the line of sight between it and the predator. Gristle followed, ready to charge after it again, before suddenly he saw a large, dark figure slumped in amongst the pools. The rabbit had disappeared and, with it, his concentration. The scent that lingered here suddenly registered in his mind upon seeing the other wolf — he had entered packlands.