"But if they choose the names they'll respond to, it sounds like Crookytail didn't even think he was a 'Thunder,'" Myr replies, with a grin to show he's teasing. "Though I'm glad to hear Potato doesn't live up to her name. She sounds lovely."

He'd at least seen enough pictures of storybook griffons he can cobble together in his head what a streamlined, grey one might look like. It's not a bad image. "Certainly! Tonight? What time do they get fed?" It may mean forgoing his own bed for longer than he'd like...but griffons.

It's worth it for griffons.