Dawnlark Plains bron-y-aur stomp

The male listened carefully to his brother's words, not noticing overmuch that Shale had declined to assign him a task. Being accustomed to making his own rules, Grayday had already assumed he could do whatever he wanted. "I'll jump in where I can," the male offered, thinking that he would be of most use in the takedown. He'd never been the fastest runner, and his scarred hind leg had only compounded this fault.

With interest, he listened to Sunny's plan, heartened to know that the boy was as eager for the hunt as his forebearers had always been. "Let me at the forelegs," Grayday suggested. "I've no eyes left to lose, and my bite is as nasty as it ever was."