He's a church griffin. [ Which implies the existence of other griffins.


Alex takes his hand from Crow's chest, and gives him a nod, letting him hop down off his shoulders to begin the cautious ritual of you-sniff-me-I-sniff-you that animals not inclined to eat one another seem to all know how to engage in. ]

Crow should be fine, then. Church griffins tend to pick up on familiar people and animals even faster than ravens. [ He smirks and adds a jokingly scolding tone. ] Though Crow has learned that some people will feed him treats to re-win him over if he "forgets" them. [ Smarts of a bird, emotional manipulation skills of a cat. ]