She watched them, wanting to know why the griffin had smacked him "Well, I want to know why...what have you been teaching these children?"

The commander growled, *to be strong, brave, diligent, and never die.*

The griffin who had spoken looked at the ground, a bruise forming where he was hit.

She growled back and stood, walking towards the Griffin commander, shoving him as she went. "You're not in charge any more, so. Step. Off."

He winced, but growled, *the griffins need to stay strong. We cant do that with the threat of that!* he cried, pointing at Motia.

She and the baby griffin were playing tag, and a few other babies tried to get close, but were held back by stern adults, probably parents and army soldiers.

Motia looked at them and tears began going into her eyes, making some griffins snicker and smirk.

She growled deeply and threw a dagver towards the ones that snickered "You should be ashamed of yourselves! She's only but a baby and she wont learn anything about her home world! Anyone who DARES make fun of the Wyvern, please step up now..."

No one moved, out of fear. But the parents still held the kids back.

A few griffins in the back, out of sight, smirked and snickered at Motia, still. And you heard them, loud and clear.

Motia began crying, and the baby griffin walked over to her, and wrapped a wing around her, bringing up a gasp among the group.

She growled and marched over to the snickering griffins and shoved one to the ground and pulled a dagger on the other.

The both froze, eyes filled with fear.

Motia crawled over, and tapped your leg. When you looked at her, she tossed the dagger aside, and then stared at them griffins, which watched her in fear.

She looked at Motia "Yes princess? Is something wrong?"

She poked the griffins, and then the dagger, and shook her head no. And