The gryphon swung its head back and forth in a gesture of disapproval, but there was nothing he could do about the situation except silently assure himself that the Hellguard would keep the girl out of his way. That duck, however, had tumbled out of the barrel with her; clearly, it must have been a barrel of food. Tired, hungry, and made impatient by his wound, the gryphon walked over to the small creature, still stretching its wings, and tried to pluck it off the ground with his beak.