Blacktail Deer Plateau where the world ends is where you must begin

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the hare was inches from him and he felt like he had spent all his energy already. there was nothing left, he kept telling himself, but the wild thing kept running and he continued to pursue. when he felt that he had no chance, he found a second wind and his limbs seemed to find a new means of hunting.

when the savage hound parted his jowls and snapped them close on the back of the hare's neck, he was filled with a feral triumph. his pace slowed to a stop and he swung his crown upward, nostrils flared, while he regained his breath. the broad length of his shoulders seemed to sway with his attempt to inhale. his catch was dead, dangling from his mouth, dripping blood to the earth. illidan lowered his skull and dropped the prey against his paws.

the touch of winter was on the wind. he could feel that there was a shift in the atmosphere. he'd never seen snow before. he did not know what type of hardship would fall on him during that time. instinct told him he needed to prepare.