Morningside Cuesta isn't hope an animal?

He'd meant to lure her, but Adeline had always been the better prize. She pranced in front of him, all gloating and beauty, free and unattainable across from his long and lumbering body. Day watched her, whining softly to himself. Part of him knew what she was doing, but the rest simply didn't care.

Grayday sprang up and rocketed toward the red girl, pulling back at the last second so that they met in a muted  thump rather than a heavy thwack. A moment later, he was panting hot breaths of rotting-meat scent into her face.

"Pinned ya again."