puppy friend??? friend??? food???

She arches her back into the scritches, her tail continuing to lash but this time in an interested way. She stretches out her wings -- almost all of her flight feathers are in, and the wings actually look quite good now -- and slinks out from her hiding spot, leaving behind a very chipped pot with a lot of talon scratches in it.

"Christ," Sagramore breathes. "That's a griffin, as promised."