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They were really going to let him pet it? A her it seemed. Junkenstein shuffled over closer, hand reaching out only to snort at the follow up warning about the lynx cub who promptly made after Wisp’s hand. There was something special about cats that Jamison absolutely adored even if they themselves did not seem particularly magical in any sense. They were just… delightful. Simple as that.  “I can’t imagine anyone wanting to harm such things.” To be honest, he understood his kind were awful and a plague to the earth really but not all humans were a bane. Just… most of them. “Do they molt?” It seemed like a decent possibility given birds typically did so why not a griffin? Doc booped the one’s beak with a growing grin only to feel tiny paws bounce off his one knee. Ah yes. It was always nice when animals wanted attention like this. It was moments like this that one could almost forget what actually allowed him here in the first place. Amber eyes having noticed the lightest spotting of blue in the bandages on Wisp’s chest. The fea prince needed to rest but telling them to would surely only spike their fear back up again.  “…Did you say hawk?” Doc leaning more one direction to peer at the egg the other carried in a blanket with another gasp in admiration. “How many variations are there? I would guess this would be the smaller breed but… Oh wow…” Teeth clanked once or twice on his metal hand before a paw pushed at the magnet on his wrist. Such a rambunctious little boy! “I always wondered if there could ever be other types say something like a hummingbird.” But surely that was ridiculous.  Perhaps if he kept the other’s attention on these other things he might help them to relax before he would check the windows himself to see if he saw anything worth mentioning. After that he would have to try to think of a way to get the other to let him check their wounds once more and ensure the spotting was nothing serious. 

❝As much as humans use Griffins in their heraldry, they also deem them as dangers. Trophies. I don't understand why. Humans tend to confuse me with their double standards.❞ 」

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“…That kit has a beak,” Junkenstein noted aloud. His tone strangely soft only to pat Wisp’s shoulder as if needing something or someone to help rein in the sudden realization that was bubbling up inside him in spite of all the danger. “That’s a… Is that a griffin? Those are real? Here? Griffins are native to here?” 

❝Interesting, is it not? The hawk mixes always have the most beautiful eggs. He should hatch sometime this week.❞ Judging by the smile on their face, Wisp seems to have temporarily forgotten the hunter within their woods. 」