The gryphon lowered himself closer to the ground, carefully picking up each foot and placing it with much delicasy (SP?). He stalked the herd. It was moving slowly through the feild and he was trying to avoid making any of them turn around, for with his spots he was very obvious. He saw one stagger behind. It was a beautiful horse, probably belonding to a rich lord for shows and other boring human sports. He pinpointed it, for that was the one he wanted. He was sure that that was the only one that would be big enough to sustain him for a week.

He watched as it stopped to chew on particullary green clump of grass and he pounced. It whinyed just long enough for the others to turn around and see him covered in blood and gore, the horse with its neck brocken and bleeding beneath him. They ran, they ran for all the world like there was a gryphon behind them, which there was...

The lone one took a bite, and happily cruched at it. He swallowed before trusting his body beneath it and situating it just right on his back so that he could fly, before he took off.

When He got to his nest, he quickly dropped the horse and began eating. He made a croaking sound and after he had eaten to his stomachs content he laid back eyes closed and went to sleep.

In his dream he wandered through his journeys and those who came before him. Those that he admired for thier agility and strongness. THose who he had fasioned his own training after. He saw the battle of the pass, with all the gryphons flying so close together that a blade of grass couldn't get between them. He saw the creator of his race, and the leader of all gryphons. He saw his parents, helping him out of his egg.

He dreamed happy dreams, no malcontent even lingering in his brain. He was happy. He was free.