Prized Griffin

The single word of text is the whole design, and the number that matters is the toughness. A 3/4 in the air is white's quietest curve-topper: a body tuned to win air battles against the cheaper fliers it outsizes, block the small evasive attackers it wants to eat, and survive the incidental damage that would fold a 3/3. The extra point of toughness is deliberate. It puts the griffin above the reach of the most common cheap burn and shock-range damage, so the clock it presents keeps ticking through exchanges that would kill a fragile flier. Hard removal still answers it cleanly; the tuning is against combat and cantrip-sized burn, not against everything. Beyond the evasion there is nothing to sequence around, and that plainness is the point. A creature at this rate teaches the fundamentals that keyword-dense sets eventually complicate: flying wins damage races, a body that outlives the first swing keeps applying pressure, and combat math rewards toughness as heavily as power. It asks nothing of the pilot beyond casting it and aiming it at a life total. Griffins have carried this workhorse role across many eras of white, the same lesson redelivered with slightly shifted numbers, and this is a clean iteration: enough in the air to matter, one keyword, no strings.