You pound through the dead moors until you identify the source of the smell. Even as a wolf you feel disappointment as you see that the prey you are hunting is simply a rabbit, wide-eyed and afraid. You run over to it, easily outmatching its speed and tear it in half. However, there is hardly enough blood; as soon as you drink you want more still (restore 1 STAMINA). Will you search out for the sweeter aroma you distinguished earlier or head towards Gnarkton, which is now visible in the distance?