His name is Crow, and he can hunt more meat than he has on his bones- and what he does have would be questionable at best, given his diet. [ Obligate carnivores and carrion eaters are not largely bred as food sources for a reason. Crow perks his head up when he hears his name, ears twitching forward and back in rhythm with the conversation. He seems to know when he's being talked about. ]

I have him trained both as a scout and to collect and hand over field samples, and he has to be kept inside back home to protect the local wildlife as it is. And, speaking from experience, he's pretty great at harrying larger predators, especially ones limited to the ground. I've always figured it's rude to eat anything that's saved my life on more than one occasion— especially given the time it takes to train an animal as smart as his species is. [ There's a glint of almost scheming intelligence to the griffin's large feline eyes, enhanced by the almost thoughtful way he has his foreclaws folded neatly over each other. His large, sharp beaked muzzle might be immobile, but it's not hard to imagine this animal smirking as he ducks his head down to idly groom a spot under his wing. ]