Once...once, a long time ago, there was only one flock, and all the griffins lived where it was very cold; we had feathers then, b-but no wings...

[nibbles on the edge of one of her own wings, nervously, before continuing; it's a Prometheus analogue, but instead of stealing fire a griffin steals the lightness of air from the wind and swallows it; she does not grow wings and neither does the flock, but her children hatch winged and fly away. this prompts the dissolution of griffins to all corners of the earth...]

...but, some say, th-the original griffins are still there in the cold country...? I've never seen them, though.