Maybe the hippogriff only looks crazed. You’re not an expert on hippogriff biology. They might froth at the mouth when they’re extremely happy… or horny…?
You hold up Killfinger with one trembling hand, then outstretch the other toward the creature. It slowly and cautiously stretches out its neck, its beak inches from your hand. The beast twitches its head a little and snorts with examining your hand.
You imagine yourself taming and mounting the hippogriff, taking to the skies! The hippogriff has other plans, however, biting your hand clean off in one fast snap. DEAR LORD NO.