In the end, Mac persuaded the gryphons that they simply couldn’t take all that treasure home. Even when the clan leader offered several saddle bags made in the same manner as Bran’s satchel, Mac politely and diplomatically declined. The gryphoness didn’t seem offended, for which Mac was grateful. Still, they were going home with more than enough treasure which would undoubtedly sustain the farm for several years.
They were really, really rich.
The hard part was saying good-bye to Bran. Although he was only a week old, the little hybrid had grown so much in their short time together. And all three of them had grown inordinately fond of him, too. Since there was no way to determine if he had been a gryphon kit warped by shadow magic, or an entirely new being, a suitable foster family had been found. In order for Bran to be comfortable in his new surroundings, Mac and Kan stayed the night in the gryphons’ aerie—an exercise in flight neither would care