finding stale treats

Artorias had generously allowed Zeph to lay claim to the room where he'd been hatched, explaining that prior to his arrival it was called the 'goose room'. His short legs were unbelievably sore by the time he reached the tower's highest room and Zeph wasn't entirely certain why he'd traveled all this way. Someone had cleaned the decrepit room of the corpses already to make the area less traumatic to look at, but it still wasn't very homey. His nest within the fireplace was too small for his growing form, the bed was broken down, the window needed repairing, and the food was so far away.

Giving up on the adventure and the room entirely, the raptor chick made his way back to the door. This place sucked! His talon struck out against a nearby basket in childlike anger, knocking it from its upright position and spilling its contents onto the ground before him. Most of what had been hiding in the basket was boring and useless, but even his underdeveloped nose could smell that there had been food there once upon a time. Whether it was still considered food, Zeph wasn't sure. It looked like a mushroom, but sunken in and shriveled with an odd smell that told him it hadn't been fresh in a long time.

Having his young ward eating garbage-food was not something Zephyr felt Artorias would be very proud of, but if the option was between the garbage food and starvation... The bird's mind was made up quickly, his curved beak coming down to take the mushroom in one massive bite. It didn't taste as badly as it smelled (and he hadn't dropped dead yet) so Zephyr assumed it was indeed, just food.

While the mushroom settled in his stomach, he moved to the next item of interest. A jar with a painted creature upon it with long antlers atop it's head, like Briar's. Was there food in there, too? He clasped his beak over the lid, yanking it hard to each side until he'd found the direction it unscrewed.

"Zephyr"