Every few feet Dianna would pause and point her nose into the air, as if trying to sniff out something. She could smell a scent getting stronger, a bird-like scent with a touch of a feline scent. A griffin. Dianna went off track to follow her senses, then found a small clearing with a griffin laying on its side. This was going to be easy with the griffin being extremely close to the tree house, so Dianna simply ran up to the griffin and jumped beside it, making snow fly everywhere. 
	The griffin screeched in surprise and immediately took flight towards the tree house. Dianna shoved her hand in the snow, not grabbing for the snow itself, then pulled out a large rock that was drying up in her hand. She launched it at the griffin's head with the rock bursting into the flames in midair, and knocked out the griffin. 
	It sailed downwards towards four large trees that were in a square formation, crashing against one of them. Dianna walked up to the griffin while waving over the old man. She put a shoe on the griffin's chest, which was still moving from shaky breathing, and put one of her hands around the griffin's beak. Dianna sharply twisted the griffin's neck with loud cracking noises being heard, with the body slowly going limp.