Prolog: The griffin (part 6)

"Ah, a baby girl! What will you name her?"

Marry blushed and asked all excited.

"I'm thinking of naming mine griffin either Anry or Roma!"

She added, blushing slightly harder while glancing at the blond prince on the other side of Cranberry.

"Pfft... Barely inconspicuous enough but it will do, I suppose."

"...?"

Cranberry instantly figured out her friend's naming sense and snorted, while Roan furrowed his brows, pouting at the male griffin just about to finish the dried meat under the watchful gaze of the black wolf.

"...I don't have anything right now, but first things first, my little girl is hungry..."

The red-haired girl changed the subject seeing that continuing the teasing will only result in Mary getting more and more pink from embarrassment, and looked back at the male chick just as Roan, though she wasn't looking at him with jealousy, but rather concern.