Arrow Lake and drew daggers over the curve of her throat

Images of the last hunt had dominated his sleep for many of his dreams, and on more than one occasion he had jostled himself awake with the churning of his legs as he ran across a dreamscape after those mighty beasts; sometimes beside his siblings as a great wave, other times careening ahead of them. To be summoned now, to be included, created a powerful sense of pride within him - more so than when he had been given his name.

The boy was the second to arrive and he did so at an awkward run, scrambling across the terrain and kicking rocks from his path. He was not subtle and never aimed to be; Mesa was far too reactionary at this age, eager to show off and prove himself.

He joined the gathering by nearly side-swiping a tree as he barrelled down an incline. With his breaths huffing and puffing from a gaping muzzle the boy righted himself and jauntily approached like nothing was amiss. He saw his brother first - Praimfaya second - and only really smartened up when his gaze passed over Blodreina, the sole adult present.