The other Gryphons, seeing their leader submit again at the feet of a tiny human, looked at each other in bewilderment. The growling in their throats completely died down, but very quickly they also followed suit.
They surrounded the front of Jasmine, lowered their bodies, and obediently prostrated at her feet.
That mischievous small Gryphon even used its feather-covered head to rub against Jasmine's ankle, a ticklish and slightly rough sensation transmitting through the fabric.
Being surrounded in the middle by these ferocious beasts, surrounded by sharp claws that could tear prey apart in the blink of an eye, to say she was not afraid would be a lie. Jasmine's palms broke out in a cold sweat, and the force of her arms holding the Black Dragon also subconsciously tightened a little.
