The griffin swooped overhead, lower this time.
Eja had only a crude idea of how griffins behaved, but she was fairly sure that this one was hunting. And from the looks of it, some nice, tasty centaur flesh was just what it wanted. Nemm was still a little distance away, holding one back hoof gingerly off the ground and leaping aside every time the griffin made a pass.
Eja trotted out from behind her boulder. “Over here, you overgrown sparrow!” she screeched, hefting a fist-sized rock. The griffin turned toward her, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Nemm finally reach the jutting boulder.
The griffin landed.
Eja swallowed. While it was in the air, at least it took time to turn, and they could hide somewhat behind the boulder. But on the ground it was more than a match for her hooves, and Nemm could never outrun it.
The griffin twitched its tail and began to lope forward. Eja could see its eyes gleam as it closed. She readied her rock to throw.
The shadow fell over them at the same time that Nemm cried out. Eja spun, then cowered. The dragon swept down and past her, seizing the griffin mid-turn. Its shriek was cut off as the talons tightened. Then the dragon was gone.
In the silence, Nemm looked at her, wide-eyed. “There's our luck for the year.”
Eja could only nod.