We entered the menagerie, and Nikolas and Chris stayed just inside the door while Sahir and I walked toward the cages. Hugo and Woolf started to whine as soon as I drew near them, and I had to stop and pet them, then order them to go lie down so they did not upset the griffin.
Alex was crouched in the back of his cage as usual, and I called softly to him while giving him a wide berth. He watched us with that unblinking stare of his that never failed to give me the willies. People who trained wyverns must be either the bravest or the most insane people on earth.
A golden feather floated in front of my face, and I looked up at the ceiling. “Wow, oh, wow.” I stared at the creature perched on the highest rafter at the center of the glass roof. She was as big as a Golden Retriever with a leon
