“Who are you...?” the pony asked faintly as his eyes fought to stay open.

“‘Red Eagle’.”

Are we talking about this Red Eagle? 'cause if that's the case then you seemlessly managed to blend Skyrim's and Fallout's lore. Give that griff a shishkebab to match Skyrim's fire sword and you're golden. _{Heck, you can go the extra mile and make him a Fallout-based briarheart as well by ripping out his heart in Big MT.}

Anyway, always fan of a griffon character in a fic, so that's a tracking for you sir. Keep it up!