Crow preens, understanding if not the compliment itself, the fact that someone is looking at and admiring him. He looks down at Frank with a mix of corvid intelligence and feline curiosity. He even spreads his wings out to their full span for a few seconds, as if putting effort in to looking majestic.

"A specialty aviary in Oregon. Lesser griffins have a small enough population in the wild that artificial repopulation is getting to be necessary, but not all of them are suited to be released," he nods to his pet. "Crow's not afraid enough of humans. And is, as you can see, something of a drama queen."

And possibly just smart enough to recognize a compliment.