She backed up, trying to keep close to the ground. In a burst of inspiration, she extended her wings and lowered them to the ground, rubbing them quickly along the piles of snow and trying to ignore the biting cold as she covered her feathers with snow to mask the stark black colour. She retreated just far enough until she was sure the griffon hadn’t noticed her, even though he was little more than an indistinguishable blob on the hillside in the midst of a snowstorm. Confident, she hurried up and over the hill ringing the back of the inn and made her way back to roughly where she knew the griffon was. Quietly, she made sure to make as little noise as possible as she trudged up through the snow behind him. He didn’t react, not until she had already jumped him and had a drawn dagger to his throat.