Moonspear from the dusty mesa, a looming shadow grows

The silver one came out, though when the rain struck him more than a dozen times over his complexion became less fair. She preferred this look to him, and as he moved toward her muzzle and pressed against it she felt her stomach lurch. Moments later, there was a steaming pile of delectable seconds—they had never been sloppier. Hydra nipped his haunch in greeting and stepped aside to let him eat as she moved over to her kill.