Swiftbeak bid both Kira and Al a good night, as it grew late. Though he had slept earlier in the day, his feline instincts told him that you can simply never sleep too much; given his size he couldn't well curl up in a sock drawer somewhere, so he made his back to the tent in the gardens- And that is where he made a gruesome discovery. A man, one he'd not yet met, collapsed in the grass, a great wound ripped into his shoulder. The gryphon paused; no stranger to bloody displays given his method of hunting, it was nonetheless something different altogether to see a man torn open.<br/><br/>At once, he looked about in burgeoning panic; there was no evidence of what might have caused this.<i>'Will I be to blame for this? Such savagery would lend itself well to my talons, and to little other weapons. Will they believe this man angered me? That he had discovered some terrible secret of mine?'</i><br/><br/>He shook his head side-to-side violently, sending loose plumes flying as he struggled to clear his thoughts. It was irrelevant- There was only one thing he could do. His heart racing, he bounded off like a lion on the chase to the nearest Guard, and on finding him told him simply and shortly of a dead man near the hives. Whether an alarm was sounded or not was beyond his own control; he could only watch with trepidation at what events may unfold...