Duck duck goose

Zephyr's beak tipped down in shame as the wolf's voice took on a stern tone, demanding the end to their conflict. Begrudgingly he accepted this, as Artorias was the one who appeared food for him and without his friendship the chick would surely starve to death within minutes. Glancing over at the diminutive wolf, he no longer felt the desire to laugh. She was mean.

Her sigh brought his brows to furrow and he considered screeching at her again, though he did not want to lose favor with Artorias. When she spoke to apologize, Zephyr at least found it was easier not to hate her. "I'm sorry I pecked at your head." He grumbled in exchange. When the small wolf turned to give Artorias a questioning glance, Zeph found himself doing the same. Yeah! If he wasn't a chicken, what was he? Zeph knew he was definitely not an owl like his surrogate mother had been, but beyond that he'd had quite little an education on his species.

"Zephyr"