Aro's eyes immediately widened when she heard the cry. The cry of a griffin. She didn't know how to escape a Griffin other than running into a space it couldn't follow you into. Aro assumed, that like with most animals, if you faced it and slowly backed away, it would be less likely to chase. But she couldn't move. Aro could only think of her memories. 

Aro whispered, "Griffin."

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[i]KREEEEEEE[/i]

The griffin cried before diving into the camp. The people inside of the camp weren't prepared, they were eating lunch, enjoying their day. Little did they know, it would be their last meal. The monstrosity's white feathers allowed it to blend in with the snow, but the griffin didn't want to hide, it wanted to kill. They were in her territory, dangerously close to her nest. The female griffin simply wouldn't allow humans to be so close to her unhatched young. But they didn't know that, how could they?

The griffin charged, wasting no time. She ripped through two people before they even thought to fight back. An arrow plunged deep into her shoulder, but she didn't care. The griffin was protecting her babies, and no amount of pain would cause her to stop. 

She tore through the camp, painting the snow red with human blood.  

[i]Crunch, crunch, crunch.[/i]

The griffin recognized the sound of footsteps crunching through the snow. She looked towards the small girl that was walking through the snow, not knowing what had just happened. The griffin's golden eyes met the girl's blue ones. There was an instant understanding. 

Then, the girl ran.