The gryphon felt something tap its head, and stopped its jaws- Inches from the duck's flesh. It pecked ineffectually at his tongue.<br/><br/>Swiftbeak lifted his head and watched Mary berate him with obvious confusion, ears folding back; as much as she was scolding him like a confused puppy, he almost looked like one as he tried to piece together the source of her temper. It was just a duck, right? Why did it have a name?<br/><br/>And then it donned on him. While he would have scoffed at the idea of keeping livestock as a pet, this did not seem the time.<br/><br/>"My... apologies, Mary. I did not know this duck was your pet. I will refrain from eating..." He blinked, and breathed deep, trying to retain his dignity. "...Mr. feathers."<br/><br/>Looking up from the girl, he noticed he was standing amidst a crowd of Hellguards, many raising their weapons, apparently ready to lay down their lives.<br/><br/>"...Just how many of you are friends with this duck?"