((Since there seems to be a bit of an absenteeism problem going on, and sjm and scapheap's characters are both by themselves anyway, I'll just do their turns and catch the others up when they post/when it's been long enough I feel justified in auto'ing their actions.))
Looking around to make sure there no human with point things first
"Morning?"(Tone:unsure if proper greeting)
Look: *. You see absolutely nothing beyond some slightly nervous sheep and an awestruck boy.
Speech: 2+1. "Morning!" you shout, making the boy jump almost a foot. The last thing he really expected was to be greeted by a dragon today. You keep grinning happily, with lots and lots of teeth.
Human reaction: 2. He turns around and bolts the other way, howling, "
Dragon! Draaaaagooooon!"
Stay low until the storm passes. If griffins start paying any unwarranted attention, try and convince them that you share a common threat in humanity. If that fails, fight.
Noticed: 1. You are barely settled in a moment before you hear the piercing shriek of a watch-griffon alerting its kin that you are there. Almost immediately they start to climb out from amongst crevices and dens hidden in the rocky walls, peering down at you with bright gold eyes. Eagle-and-leopard, with gray feathers and white fur, these ones are clearly a breed that is hardy enough for the cold mountains--and strong enough to take on a dragon, especially in the numbers you're seeing. This pride has nearly 20 members that have shown up already, and maybe more too far to answer the call yet.
Diplomacy: 4-1. Recognizing that there are far too many to hope they just turn around and go back to bed, you know you need to make some attempt at forestalling any territorial fights that might happen. You open your mouth, but the words stick in your throat. A cough, a faint snarl, but your natural disinclination to speak in public is defeating your efforts. You're the center of attention for a huge crowd--you just can't get the words out.
Griffon reaction: 6. There is a lot of chuffing, growling, and squawking amongst the pride. Feathers ruffle, beaks click, paws and tails twitch. And then they bound down in around you, swarming in rapidly.
Darktail reaction: 5+1. You stay quite still and let them come, recognizing, from your studies in the past, griffon body language. Their tails are loose, their wings relaxed, their claws retracted--they are not on the attack.
Instead, they just flop all about you and begin to chatter in griffon-language rather excitedly.
(( *'s are hidden results, in case that is not clear.))