double the stomachs, double the hunger

It seemed that being offered a ride upon a wolf's broad shoulders wasn't going to be as uncommon as Zephyr worried it may be, and his feathers puffed out in excitement as this warmly colored female crouched to offer him a ride. "I am a good climber." The chick confirmed, his tone clearly displaying his pleasure in being recognized. "See I just use my beak like dis-" Hopping up toward the crouched canine, Zeph reached as high as he could with his beak and grabbed a mouthful of soft fur. "-den I pwuuuuull" Muffled voice grew strained as he yanked, talon flailing for purchase to assist him up onto her back.

It was much easier to climb this smaller wolf then it was to climb Artorias, but by the end of it Zeph was huffing and puffing regardless. "Easy, see!" He exclaimed breathlessly. "Now where's the food? What's a seed?" No one had ever asked him what he liked before, his mama-owl had just pushed down his beak whatever meal she'd happened to catch that night.

"Zephyr"