'HE WAS SO YOUNG!'

Loushka chuckled and it rumbled through me.

'Well, the youngest of the group. He did everything the older boys did, determined not to weaken the team. They didn't know he cried himself to sleep the first few nights, he was so sore from the training.'

'Brave boy,' I thought while watching Loushka's memories and shifted closer, burrowing into her thick mane that shielded me from the biting wind.

The lanky, scrawny youth in the griffon's ...