The way we do

Gryphon nearly growled in disgusted and uncomfortable irritation. Oh great, now it was crying. "You aren't my family," he snapped at her retreating back as the girl blundered away, startling the blackbucks into flight. He cursed savagely at the sight of the bounding deer, then rolled his eyes. Great, as if it wasn't enough that she'd tried to force family bonding on him and scared away his deer, she was probably going to go bawl to Avalon about how mean he was. Well, good riddance.

It was only by grace alone that the blackbucks settled back into grazing again a short distance away, and he was able to crawl - clumsily, since his leg was asleep - up to the same distance as before.

He hadn't even gotten his brown hackles to settle back down when the brat's place was taken by Dragon. Gryphon gave a faint grunt of satisfaction - his brother might have been more the fighter than a hunter, but at least he wasn't some dumb kid. His bad mood wasn't improved by Dragon's question though, clearly about the kid running off in tears. "Oh, her," Gryphon growled in scorn, green eyes glinting in anger though he kept his voice down. "Apparently she thought I should be fawning over her because she's family." He bit off the word with a snap, as though cracking through a stick. "I disagreed, she took off bawling and nearly scared off the prey. Clearly, Vereux had a little too much leeway in raising the brats."