You point and shoot, how hard can it be?

Zephyr was none too pleased to be put in a room without any soft fluffy furnishings or fire but, he was with his new friend which he supposed would be a fun time regardless. Better still, the third party in their room was the chick's private chef and made the most delicious meals, so surely he could squeeze an extra meal out of her when all the.. learning or whatever was over.

He remained patient as the giant puppy took the stage, settling down upon his bum with talons outstretched in front of him and his stubby wings supporting him from the sides. "Noses!" He exclaimed as soon as the question was posed - memories of the tiny, angry, hungry shrimp wolf flooding to the forefront of his mind. "Nose hurt when you kick 'em." Twitching one clawed foot from its position on the ground he kicked at the air in a mock display. Having given his very correct answer, Zeph cocked his head to the side and up to regard the fire-toned female, waiting to see whether she had as good an answer as he did.

"Zephyr"