"He's... not... usually allowed to be in public sight" Alex says, mostly to Daine, but with that last bit directed at Crow, even if all he mostly understands is the slightly scolding tone- at least he knows why he is being scolded. He is not supposed to be seen by humans, normally, because griffins, back home, Do Not Exist... officially. He'd be... well, probably caught and dissected or something equally terrible, or end up in a tabloid or... something along those lines. Mostly he stays in trees and in the sky, far up enough to be mistaken for a large raven, a common enough bird that no one would look twice, even if he has fluffy, fluffy hindquarters and fuzzy ears.

In terms of intelligence, he's just above that of the average corvid bird. With the curiosity and attitude of a cat (and the hunting instincts, he currently has a belly full of squirrel and pigeon).

"We have the larger, Greater Gryphons... back home as well, though they're not exactly housepet friendly. Crow here is a Church Gryphon, one of the subspecies of Lesser Gryphon, which range from about six inches in size to just about twice the size of this guy." When in doubt, Biologist Babble Mode. "Excellent companion animals, but they do require a lot of specialized care-" and he realizes he's doing the Bioligist babbling, and sighs. "We should... probably go somewhere less public. I have a griffin with me and you've apparently sensed my talking mice, right after I've fallen into a parallel dimension. I normally would have given you a fake name, but couldn't, so something else weird is going on, so I'd really prefer not to be out in the open like this."