[ Outside of harassing the Canada geese at Alex's workplace, Crow rarely gets the chance to play with other animals. It takes him a few unsure moments of adjusting to the wolf-to-griffin language barrier before he starts to play in earnest, doing his best attempt to mimic the sounds Trassel makes back to him in, garbled slightly by the chuffing purr rumbling in his chest. ]

I found him as a chick and hand-reared him. He was too used to humans to survive in the wild after that, so he stayed with me. [ It had been unfortunate. The flock of adult griffins that Crow had hatched to was large and aggressive enough to be dangerous to the people whose neighborhood they decided to claim as their roost. Some had been young enough to relocate to flocks within their natural habitat, but the feral adults were too dangerous to try to rehab.
Being able to nurture Crow into the strong, grown animal he is now had made him feel less like one of the "monster hunters" his family descended from after dealing with that. It's in the Price creed to never kill the young of any species, no matter how many small neighborhood pets its parents fed to it in the nest.]

Is it common for hunters to train wolves where you're from? [ The part of him that's always been a bit fascinated with the evolutionary journey from wolves sharing their co-operative pack hunting skills with early humans to lhasa apsos in designer purses wonders if he's looking at Mattia's world's first steps towards domestication, or a one-off fluke.
Either way, it's nice to see Crow making friends. Especially if they're going to be hunting together. ]