You’d approach griffin, it sat there on its cloud, sleeping. It was massive, way more bigger than you. Its wings by its side, way bigger than its body.

The back legs, body and tail of a lion, the wings, front claws, head and tail fluff of an eagle.

It swiftly woke up, staring you down, wondering what you would do to it, quite cautious. The cloud beneath it dissapeared and it stood in a quite threatening position, not trusting you.