rules of acquisition 40, 74, 101

Chaos was asleep in his old den in one of the knolls, surrounded by the treasures that had been buried there by humans long ago. He had to admit he did enjoy sleeping among the shinies, dragonlike, and he had been glad to see when they returned to their old lands that the barrow had been unaffected by the wildfire that had raged overtop it. Things had grown back since then just as well as ever, and with it had come back the buffalo and such that he'd grown up seeing here.

A call from Tyrian pricked up his ears, even in his den beneath the earth, and Chaos pushed himself up with a yawn before making his way out of the barrow and over towards his baby brother. He was late, of course, not quite able to push the sleep cobwebs away fast enough to beat the rush there, and gave out another wide yawn as he flopped down among the pack to see what Tyrian had up his metaphorical sleeve this time.