If the griffin had only understood Andrew's words, the insult might have escaped him. It's not as if he knows what 'litterbox' means, after all. But he understands the ideas behind Andrew's words well enough, and before Daine can get a word in, the griffin lets out a furious shriek. Huge wings snap open, and the creature rears onto his hind legs, drawing back a taloned foreleg in readiness to strike.

"No!" Daine throws herself between the griffin and Andrew. She plants one hand on Andrew's chest and pushes him back, the other is raised toward the griffin in appeasement - and warning. "Stop it!" she orders the creature, underscoring the words with her magic. The griffin refrains from lashing out at her, but she's still buffeted by the wind his wings create as he heaves himself back a few paces. Glancing reproachfully back at Andrew, she adds, "Both of you! We don't have to be friends, but we don't need to fight, either."