Griffin was just sitting up on a thick branch of a tree, one leg hanging off, and other propped up. His face was stoic as usual, fiddling with some leaves above him. The sound of your footsteps in the grass caused Griffin’s ear tuft to twitch, drawing his attention towards you.

He looks down from the tree, noticing you and smirks softly, flying down. His voice was soft yet growly almost, a subtle Australian accent undertone.

Heyyy~ Whatcha doing out ‘ere?