‘Claw, ponyfeathers, horseapples!’ Joachim swore in his head as he weaved around corner after corner. He could hear the mare galloping after him. Ponies were faster than most griffons on the ground. Sure, their back legs were powerful, but their front claws didn’t compliment them well enough when it came to long distance sprinting. He contemplated taking flight, and his wings, ever so slightly, parted from his side. That was before he saw a splash of pink in the blue sky above him, and they shut tight once more. ‘Not worth it.’