double the stomachs, double the hunger

The food swung toward him and the eager chick devoured it as quickly as it fell into his awaiting beak. "Mmmm!" Zeph's stubby wings gave a few happy flaps in turn, and then he was waddling back across the counter to see what she was preparing next. "What is this? No fur, no bone?" It wasn't a criticism, but curiosity. Wolves seemed capable of much more than his mother owl had been, was it because wolves had such different mouth structures, so they needed a wider variety of food.

Another bundle was tossed and Zephyr opened his beak wide to swallow that one too. "The food here is really good." He complimented excitably, marching in place upon the countertop. "What do they call you, food bringer?"

"Zephyr"