Moonfang feels something through the dreamy haze of slumber, images of his old home moving through his head, of that special pool that would glow in a rainbow of colors nearby, the thing that brought him to civilization, where he eventually saved his world, and became part of a force fighting for the safety of all worlds.<br/><br/>Right now though, he was just a slumbering macro, almost six hundred feet of one, with a mouth held open by a pair of rear fangs that met at the tips, his breath moving in and out with enough force to move the entire woods in front of him, as he dreamt of a home he would never see again.