Khalisa looked at the mess around her. Her boss was literally going to kill her. As in rip her to pieces then put her back together just to rip her apart again. He had a vicious temper which wasn’t uncommon for a werewolf. He, however was a werewolf who had a lot of magical talent and that was rare. The room she was standing in was his workroom and it was trashed. She stood there searching for the small creature that was going to get her killed.
A flash of movement by the window caught her eye and she jerked her head just in time to see the little gryphon try to get out of the window and thankfully not succeeding. She rushed over stumbling over stuff that was strewn across the floor and did her best to avoid the broken glass. She finally made it to the window and quickly reached out and grabbed the baby gryphon before it had time to turn away from the window and see her. The gryphon gave a squeak in protest.
“Oh hush you little demon bird. You’re most likely going to be the cause of my death.” Khalisa told the gryphon. As she held the beast she wondered what she should do with it. She groaned as she looked around at the mess.