During Youmacon, I gabbed a bit with the Lillies, creators of  dreamkeepers (LINK) about some of the ideas I've had for my "griffin apocalypse" setting. This was drawn by Liz as a surprise gift. I think she likes the setting a little.

The scene is as follows:

Despite some 99.95% of the population vanishing, the remainder transformed into griffins, and half of the surviving males becoming female in the process, life goes on. Groupings forged out of necessity become families, inevitably resulting in children. Smaller communities required sharing the duties of their upbringing and supervision. The "play area" became a common solution; a place where youngsters could be left to enjoy themselves while a few adults watched from selected perches for problems among them -- or from without.

So a daddy griffin was one of those watching the group as his young daughter played. She took a tumble, skinning (or something similar) a knee bad enough to bleed. Daddy responded, calmed his daughter, and took her to the community's care station. But how do you carry a child when you need all for legs to walk? By "hunching" your wings and holding her between them on your back, of course. Daddy's little griffin is both unhappy from the injury and delighted by the ride.

Drawn for me by  dreamkeepers (Liz Lillie) between Youmacon and Midwest Fur Fest in 2013.