The place is full of flying creatures, that are not dragons.

"They're not for adoption, but if you want to adopt your own, you can follow a link."

A large griffin sites majestically on a rock. It eyes you in the way a hawk would eye a sparrow in the sky.

"His name is Golden Feather, he's from Skyhaven."

Then you see another griffin, and exclaim when you look at his wings: the feathers are shining so brightly as if they were afire.

"Firewing, from the Skyhaven Adoption Hunt."

Then something growls behind you, and you jump to see another griffin - a bright red one - clawing at your clothes.

"This cutie's name is Red Hunter." You move away from the bloodthirsty looking animal. "He's from Skyhaven, too."