((Personally, I think Millicent is a really pretty name! I've always kinda preferred names that start with "M".))
Miriam glided down toward the Red camp. She landed gracefully at the center, her charcoal-colored wings folding neatly over her back. She spotted one of her fellow flock members nearby and immediately recognized him. "Ah, Caymen!" she said as she walked up to him, her voice sounding just a little too strained and tired to be coming out of such a young griffin. "Hello!"
Quill paused to scent the air, searching for the scent of any prey. He frowned slightly. Mixed with the usual boring scents of the forest, he thought he could detect a nearby griffin. It was not any of the familiar Red Flock griffins that he knew.
He stiffened. The Gray Flock! What if this was an intruder? His hackles rose defensively as he slowly stepped forward. He decided to steel his nerves and try to confront them. Trembling with fear, he called out, "Is anyone there?!"