Dianna stretched her arms then shook her head at the man. She put two fingers, her forefinger and her thumb, up to her lips to make a high pitched whistling sound. In a matter of seconds, three dragons appeared from the center of the tree formation, jumping down and violently ripping apart the griffin, limb by limb.
	The tallest dragon, who was the first to get to the griffin, had midnight black scales and bright yellow spikes running along its back, and on its head was a pair of short, grey and yellow horns. The second tallest had bright red scales, orange neck and stomach plates, and coal colored spikes. There were also a pair of dark grey horns popping out from fire colored fur it had on its head, with the horns curling backwards. The shortest, and the one that was struggling to get a bigger bite to eat from the griffin, was a female looking dragon that looked a lot like a cupcake. It had light blue scales, bright red neck and stomach plates, and purple fur on its head. Its pointed horns and spikes were white with small specks the color of blue, purple, and red.
	Dianna crossed her arms then looked at the old man with a poker face, wanting to see his reaction to this.