"Hmuuurr'urrrr'uuuum..." brooded Haul, "too long your Nor'Easters and Dirt Huggers sat in Crestplains chewing cud while Spike Dogs slaughter the silent children of Gaia. You lose pride of Bulls, and glory of Hammers."

The circle of chiefs and shaman paused after Haul's statement, waiting for some response. Bull-Chief Bugg of the Dirt Huggers kept chewing his cud, either oblivious to the attack on his station of leadership, or altogether indifferent. Bull-Chief Murgh of the Nor'Easters snorted furiously and slammed his Herd Hammer into the ground.

"Where were Dog-Killers and Blood-Teeth when Dog Suckers killed our mothers? Where were Mist-Hooves and Flat-Northers when plains broke and grasses burned?", shouted Murgh, panting heavily, "And you, Haul Hammerlord, ran like coward, drinking blood in wild places, preferring war over duties of Bull! You abandoned your birthright, AND HAVE FORSAKEN US ALL!"

Haul's feral nature swelled within him, and fires of bloodlustiness returned to his eyes. It had taken all of his fortitude to return to the Herds to unite his people. He had summoned all that remained of his shattered identity and sanity to return to the grasslands to be among his fellow Minotaur. And his argument with Murgh had stripped most of it away. In a single motion he leapt from his feet and butted Murgh in the chest, knocking him down. Hammers in hand, the mighty bulls squared off, preparing to fight to the death.

Suddenly, Bugg Dirt-Hugger leapt to his feet, and bellered at a volume none had thought he was capable of. Even the bloodlusty Haul gave paused, and turned his attention to his docile brother of long hair matted with mud and leaves.

"Mruufgh!" snorted Bugg, "You guys are really killing my buzz over here!"

-- from the short story in ELotH:TES Magazine Issue #21 , "March of Taur's Sons"