The gryphon waited, but the human never came back.

He rested his head between his forelegs. Surprised? A promise broken. The cavern sounded with the storm outside, wind occasionally rustling amber feathers and golden fur. For a while, he wondered if the rain was at fault. He knew better though.

Blood pooled under the form behind him. He edged forward and screamed out into the winds. Go out? Or stay.

He couldn’t go. He called out again and waited.

Help.