"Umm... I'm not complaining, but didn't you two say that taming a griffin was next to impossible? You know, before we started hunting them?"
The blond prince asked the red-haired and the brown-haired girls, staring rather obviously at the yellow baby griffin munching happily on the dried meat while snuggled in-between Arion and Mary.
"Raor."
The black wolf squinted his eyes at the prince and growled, before leaning down and nuzzling against the top of the healed chick's head.
"Arion...! You can't speak like that to the prince!"
...which prompted Mary to gasp in disbelief and pout at her first familiar.
"Wha...? What did he say about me!?"
Roan raised his brows before furrowing them and glaring down at the wolf watching protectively over the little griffin.
"Haa... Hey, Roan, why won't you help me with this mess – it looks like the dead grif..."
