Of course, she’d be having none of that. She wasn’t going to let him get away with that. She would never let anygriffon get away with doing that kind of thing ever again, and if she didn’t start now, she’d only be creating excuses for herself later in life for being too weak to make a stand. She cradled the remaining good portion of bread in her wing, turned on the spot, and ran down the alley, seeking to follow after Sharpclaw and his crony and reclaim her lost property.