Daine bites back a grin. Griffin expressions aren't the easiest thing to read, but if she were to hazard a guess, she'd say the creature looked just a little bit taken aback. He recovers himself quickly enough, reassured by the response (it is honest, after all). A few notes chime in her mind, and Daine nods.

"They do, he says. They like to nest on cliffs along the sea, where it's harder for any predators to reach them." And by 'predators,' she mostly means humans. Even the nastiest immortals she knows probably wouldn't risk tangling with two furious adult griffins just to make a meal out of a young one. But griffin feathers are valuable things - so much so that a human might venture to rob a nest if they were greedy or desperate enough.