Flying through fog, it swooped and landed.
A snowy owl’s head, a white tiger’s body, the griffin reared with wings and foretalons wide
Some drew weapons, but Aswald approached unarmed.
Claws snatched him, then purring was heard.
“My friend,” the wizard said.
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