Tsson’vek lay there on the rocky overhang above the creature’s nest for almost two days without moving a muscle.

Covered in the dried mud, he was invisible to the eyes and the nose of even a cautious hunter.

However, the drake that had become his obsession for the last few months was hardly that.

It was a dumb beast but an impossibly strong one.

It would disappear for days at a time only to return with an entire elk or goat in one of its claws.

Every attempt to hunt it until now using the tried and tested pack-hunting tactics of the tribe had ended in the deaths of several of his fellow lizardmen.