The coolness of a crystal river's water found itself pulled from its smooth stones, rushing quietly down the hillside. Each steady lap yet again taking in the revitalizing waters made clean once more, the jowls curved in pause; sparkling droplets delicately hanging from the shortest of fur that covered the titan's muzzle. The quiet here, the sound only of the ambiance of distant avians and the muttering of the calm water, was a reward all its own. Each pause in the journey there was time set aside to return life and power to these things - divine, impossible works that were set in motion by a paw so massive that it could surely return solid stone to but pebbles once more... just as they did here and now.

The waters, restored with life once more by this sacred source, would undoubtedly attract and breed more life in return over generations to come. Perhaps even men, in time, would come to this place as well and discover it a thing of plenty, but in such a case all that could be hoped for would be for them to make wise use of it. Others? Those of the past, in many cases, had not been so wise and paid dearly for their error.

In withdrawing from the stony edge and rising to its feet, it set off once more in its continued pursuit.

A hunt not soon to end.