"A church griffin," Alex answers, them amends when the furred-and-feathered beast gently pokes at him with his beak, making a chuffing sound.
"And the best church griffin at that," he adds, reaching up with one hand to rub at the animal's tufted ears in much the same way one would with any cat free of avian features. The attention and affection seem to placate the animal's demands for the time being.
"He's not generically engineered, magical or an alien. Just a species endangered enough that most people don't know they exist." There's a lightning-flash of sadness that registers on his face for a fraction of a second there, but it's just as quickly replaced with a smile again when the cat-bird gives him another poke with his beak.
"Yes, I promise, I'll find you something to eat soon," he assures Crow.
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"And the best church griffin at that," he adds, reaching up with one hand to rub at the animal's tufted ears in much the same way one would with any cat free of avian features. The attention and affection seem to placate the animal's demands for the time being.
"He's not generically engineered, magical or an alien. Just a species endangered enough that most people don't know they exist." There's a lightning-flash of sadness that registers on his face for a fraction of a second there, but it's just as quickly replaced with a smile again when the cat-bird gives him another poke with his beak.
"Yes, I promise, I'll find you something to eat soon," he assures Crow.