Dragoncrest Cliffs you're a very attractive young lady

Grrrahahablah! was Stingray's fearless battle shout as he charged from the den with his head lowered like a bull. The sun was dazzling and warm, inviting the young boy outside to frolic. He should have listened when his parents warned him to watch where he was going, but being young, excitable, and brash had its major drawbacks, including a very short attention span. He never looked up, so he couldn't see the stone in his path before his paws snagged on it and sent him crashing into the long grass.

For what felt like eons to the cub, he lay there, stunned. His chin smarted and there was the taste of blood in his mouth, but there was a long delay between when he hit the ground and when his brain finally buffered. The second that happened, Ray began to scream at the top of his lungs with his tongue hanging out, the tip sporting a crimson spot where he had bitten it.