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Blue Raptor
Ad Astra Per Aspera
I realize that’s true now, but the word sounds like a slow trot to me.(Ambling means slowly walking, not walking quickly, lol, but I just realized I hate that word anyway so...)
Cragan walked at a normal, socially acceptable speed. Absolutely no one could take issue with his speed, except for old grannies.

Ooo, yes.(I was picturing the badlands as rainshadow territory)
(Badlands—near Swamp border)(Close to the Canyon Runner's and the Wetlander's territory Borders)
Spruce ran as fast as he could even though he new that the Wetlanders wouldn't follow him past the borders. It felt weird to him talking about the Wetlanders as though he wasn't a former Wetlander scavenger. I hope I'll get to see Lotus again he thought gloomily Maybe next time I'll be able to talk her into joining the Canyon Runners. He looked over his shoulder as he was running just to make sure the Wetlander wasn't behind him.
After several hours of walking, Arran could tell they were near the Wetlander’s border. He could see the trees and smell the stagnant waters of the swamp, and he wrinkled his nose slightly.
Arran had never liked the smell, and wondered how the Wetlanders tolerated it.
He thought he heard something ahead, but couldn’t see anything past a small rise of boulders.
A large.. something.. smacked suddenly very hard against Arran’s chest, causing him to let out a short, surprised roar.Just as he turned around the corner of a boulder. *WHAM* . He smacked head first into Arran. " OH MY TAILS AND TALONS, I'M SO, SO, SO, SORRY" He halfway yelled apologetically. He made one last glance over his shoulder to make sure that the Wetlander wasn't following him, even though he knew deep down that he was really debating on whether to go back for Lotus. He turned to look back at Arran and Cragan, both of them with that same skeptical look everybody in the Canyon Runners tribe made when they see him. He knew it was because he was an orphan and they have yet to accept him even though he has been in the Thunder for over 4 Years. " I am VERY sorry!" he said one last time to make sure they knew he truly was ashamed.
He staggered back, slightly dazed, and he looked up in shock at the green tyrant stammering apologies in front of him.
The first thought that flashed through his mind was: Wetlander!
But the red markings around his face and neck made Arran think twice.
The thought flashed, he’s a Canyon Runner? a mere moment before he realized who stood before him.
It was the Wetlander who’d joined their thunder several years ago. He’d always been a bit of an outcast.
Arran didn’t hate him, but he also didn’t really.. like him. He just sort of.. didn’t mind the tyrant—his scales were always a dull reminder to the thunder where he’d come from. That he “didn’t belong.”
The green tyrant repeated his apology with an achingly desperate look on his face.
Arran stared at him in surprise. “You?” He exclaimed.