Dorso turned to peer at her with one eye, and he clicked his beak, holding his head high. As always, he had won! He almost always won against griffs of his own age. They always ended up backing down, and when they didn't, he would MAKE them. Adults were another story, however. But someday...

"Idiot," he simply muttered back to her as he turned away and swished his tail, heading for his waterside spot.

This was definately no fairy tale. And Dorso was far from being anyone's Prince Charming.