Though The Forest 121 mins

The gryphoness stood near the frosty path, folding her wings loosely at her sides as she watched the pale sky overhead. A cold breeze moved through the trees, stirring the feathers along her neck. Across from her, the dark-and-yellow she-wolf leaned comfortably nearby, her sharp eyes glowing with interest as their conversation deepened. “I have always admired them,” said the gryphoness softly. “Feral wolves… the way they move, the way they live, the way they belong completely to the wild.”