Winter sunk back farther into the caves away from the griffons and the rest of his group. The farther he was from the middle of this, the better things would turn out... Hopefully. He got ready to speak before he realized there wasn't much he could add. The griffons were going down, one way or another... Maybe it would be kind to let them know. "I think you should listen to them, griffons. We could always clip your wings BEFORE we put you into the pit! Go out calmly and you might be allowed to escape with just a warning..." Winter hoped he could sound sure of himself and confident. With the dogs on their side and the griffons massively outnumbered, there wasn't much they could do to fight back. It would be best for everyone if they didn't. If every pony was loud and sounded strong, the griffons were probably more likely to back down and give up.