Eythan had just begun to respond to the takin --- and to ask his name --- when the acrid stench of burning flesh and fur wafted up to his nostrils. Bright eyes widened and peered down at the clawed hands grasping at his hind legs, and a bolt of pain sent shock through his system. He chirped sharply, involuntarily wheeling about to attack the offending limbs when the child bucked him off and careened away.

The gryphon, unwilling to lose track of this little bastard, immediately bolted after it, talons clattering across the floor noisily. He threw a brief "take care, kiddo!" over his shoulder before continuing at full-speed after Azrael.