The griffon had to blink a few times to make sure what he was seeing was correct, and not some illusion of a tired mind. Branches, leaves, and roots all forming into one alien creature. And those eyes. Those eerie, glowing, red eyes.
Narrowing his gaze again Kestrel slid into a ready posistion, only to be hear the crackling of wood and leaves behind him. Two...there were two of these things in here. Were there perhaps more than even that?
To say Kestrel was unafraid at this point in time would have been a lie, any sane wanderer of the wastes would have felt the familiar icy grip of fear upon their minds; and no doubt fallen victim to it. It was in this detail, that Kestrel showed his difference. Instead of letting his fear control him, he focused it, harnessed it.
Then leapt forward, talons sparking with lightning as he attacked.
(Leaping at the one that's staring at Kes, lashing out three times to claw this thing apart. All remaining AP is to be spent a dodging.)