The griffon has a baritone voice that startles you a little.

    "Hello." you say.

    Another griffon comes up beside him, as well as a smaller one behind her.

    You smile at the shy red male hiding behind his sister.

    "Are there only 3 of you?" you ask Azora, who looks at you inquiringly.

    *Sadly, yes.* she answers slowly in English. *We have had no children. The only younger one here is Dengar.*

    She looks fondly at her mate and he nuzzles her neck feathers.

    *Eh, esthil?* Garifam asks you in his rich, deep voice.

    You wait for him to continue, preferably in English. Surprisingly, Garifam does so.

    *If you yourself would like to become a griffon parent, try here, where we came from. Gatathla Hundansta.

    You thank the griffons, and after a few good-natured pats and nuzzles, you make your way back down to the mountain pass.