“My pa taught me plenty! And I think it’s about time I passed on some o’his lessons! Boys, teach this miserable cub fondler a lesson!” he said, jabbing a finger at the interloper. Shortbeak almost wanted to turn away; she didn’t want to see yet another griffon get beaten to a broken wreck in the middle of the street. Indeed, she had even raised a wing to cover herself so she wouldn’t have to. But curiosity made sure she spread her primary feathers just enough to sneak a peek.