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Gradgrind sniffed the air, and suddenly lurched forward, breaking into a run. That wasn’t friends smell, or slave smell, but hunter smell.

He dashed through the darkness, slipping over a pit in the black floor. He groped the edge with claws, and rolled back onto the floor. The hunter was closer. He dashed forward, only to collide with a  wall. He groped around for another exit, but found none. He would have to fight. Gradgrind bared his teeth, growled, and paced the wall, waiting for the hunter.

Malcom Ace would be pleased when he heard that Gradgrind had made his first kill, he thought with a wolfish grin.