Another silly dream I had.
The “griffin” looked pretty much exactly like that, and was wandering around in my house with a bunch of smaller “cub” griffins. It was probably their mother, but it and the smaller griffins were just acting like some kind of docile pet.
After that, in one of the rooms of the house there were a bunch of piled up books, and my dead parakeet in the form of a cub griffin was thrown inside them without upsetting them. It burst into flame, turning the pile of books into a small furnace briefly, and I remarked, “It’s a phoenix!”.
Completely logical, right?