He returned shortly, eyes now able to give a more complete focus to the creature. Cutty knelt down near the baby and threw his tie over his shoulder. He began to roll up his sleeves and placed a hand on the back of the creature to begin the petting. Then both hands went into the water and carried up a dip of the warm, soapy liquid letting it fall against the back of the baby griffin.

Phlegon seemed alright with this arrangement for a few seconds, or perhaps a minute before he placed the first of his claws onto the edge of the bin and began to try to crawl out. "Nar...Naaar...La'la." Cutty disciplined and dug his index finger beneath the claw so that the claw had to perch and wrap around his finger instead of the bin lip.

The little griffin sat down and the handfuls of warm water were poured generously all over it's small body. The body wobbled unsteadily as the boy massaged and lathered the soapy liquid starting with the feathers, which fluffed and stuck out in pointed-ended clumps. The downy part looking for stringy. Then Cutty worked towards the furry part, lathering the undercarriage and moving around to the hind legs. He lifted one back paw, scrubbing inbetween the toes in case of stickers or other sharp debris. He cleaned between the pad with his fingers and grabbed the brush to work on the front claws. He lifted one and gave brisk swipes at the top and bottom not really wanting to deal with broken skin. They were still pink! His griffin was probably one of the youngest of the newly orphaned bunch.