Gregory had been running non-stop for days. No longer able to fly, running was his only option.

Story hounded him. She and the remaining brood flew above him, prodding him along.

When he stopped to breathe or drink water, Story would slash at him with her tail. When he snapped at her to fend her off, one of the juveniles would whip him from his blind side while he was distracted.

To call them juveniles anymore was a poor description. They still had a ...