By the time the other humans left, the remaining Hippogriffs were calm. The danger was gone and there was no reason to migrate elsewhere. Their head (Henry) was taking care of it. They liked (Henry) and trusted him as he was here before them all.

(Monty) the hippogriff's golden eyes looked on as the smaller yellow-robed human walked off. Squaaawk? Where was this human going? He walked on after it before its own feet stepped on something crunchy under the raised snow trail. Squawk? He clawed over the snow mound to dig deep over it.

SQUAWK!

What was this thing? It was not here before. (Monty) was no head of hippogriffs, but the others stopped their own interest in the humans to walk by him. The snow uncovered a mass of green feathers over a small set of bones. Thin bones that resembled the shape of a bird. It was not one of their own, so the Hippogriffs separated to do their own business in the area again.