Thankfully it just has two scratches on its face, but they are deep. Deep enough to scar. It chirps at you.

I don't know how to treat the Griffi, so I rip one of my shirt sleeves to use as a rag. I feed the baby a small treat and gently dab at the cuts to get as much of the blood off as I can.

It coos at you and snuggles closer. He is relatively heavy and large for his age.

I smile down at him, pet his head gently, and speak calmly. "Can you walk little buddy?"

His crystal like wings quiver with his weight, but he soon stabilizes himself and shifts in the air. He smiles at you, showing you ge can somewhat fly. He is proud of it. You realize that he was probably abandoned at a yound age, and he needs to learn things for himself. But you do have to teach him some things like catching food and what not.

I shrug and then enter, looking around.

The man somehow pops up behind you. "I feel like you and your pets need to heal. Come, follow me."

I follow him, ``Your shop is very nice.``

"Thank you." He leads you a door labeled stable, and knocked three times. The label changed to 'Med Bay'
"After you."

I enter. ``Thank you, how much do I need to pay?``