There once was a grifix that lived in the divided camp that was a preycatcher, the fastest one in the group. They had no wings, horns, and rib fluff. The used to use their horns on their wrists to stab their prey if the prey didn’t die from a bite to the throat.
One day while out hunting, a storm was brewing above them, the rain was coming down hard and thunder could be heard. As the grifix had just caught a few pieces of prey and was about to t...