From her position behind the log pile and tree, he hadn’t noticed her yet. She raised a claw to shield her eyes from the flurry as she tried to get a better look while sidling closer to the cover. Yeah, that was definitely a griffon, even if he was hard to distinguish from the snow drifts with his white coverings. He was close to the ground and seemed to be eyeing the inn intently. Shortbeak got a creeping sensation along the back of her neck. This didn’t bode well.