"Right... Well, for starters..." Reaching up, Viola tugged her hood off, revealing a young-looking face. She had white fur, and there was a dark spot around one eye. "I'm not as old as most you'd see around."
Zanthe, still moving carefully, leaned slightly towards Devin. "Something seems to have damaged the wing," she said. "It could've been another griffin, but the wound also could have been caused by an arrow... maybe both."