[ Crow does indeed pick up on Trassel's scent, doing a little spin in place, pleased to be meeting friends-of-friends. He nuzzles against Nina, careful not to poke her with his beak. This is an animal that knows how to turn on the charm.

Alex grins when Crow preens at the praise. The miniature griffin might not recognize every word, but he knows vocal tones. ]

He's a smaller subspecies of what we call the lesser griffins. The larger ones are a lot more rare and don't take quite as well to being companion pets; at least not for people who like to keep their limbs, anyway. [ Even Crow could probably nip off a finger if he wasn't as well socialized as Alex seems to have managed with him. ]

I'm Alex Price, by the way. [ The novelty of getting to say his surname without worrying about someone deciding it's enough reason to kill him isn't wearing off yet. ]