Xilon D'Kohralx Vorian Churgo swung low over the forest. His wings rustled the treetops below him. Wind buffeted across his back as he glided along with the air current. The sunrise colored the horizon in blues and purples. His favorite time of day. Used to be he and his brothers would do their first hunt this early. Savoring the food to welcome the new day. Too bad he couldn't stay out beneath the two suns' warmth during this fine summer day.

Below him, growls and snarls ...