double the stomachs, double the hunger

Were all wolves so kind and thoughtful as the ones who lived in this castle? By the look of the creature it should be a much more ruthless beast, but so far Zephyr himself had posed more of a danger than any of the wolves he met - excluding Artorias, who could bisect an eagle as if his teeth were ten feet long. "How 'bout squirrels? I like their tails." He countered helpfully.

The fire-kissed wolf was moving towards some yellow squishy stuff next and Zeph's eyes grew wide, already wondering what texture such a paste-like food could have. He stuck out his thin tongue as told, waiting. It did not quench his hunger and stir his stomach as the chunks of meat had, but the flavor upon his tongue was enjoyable. And sticky. Slapping his tongue around his beak, he continued. "I am Zephyrus or Zephyr or Zeph or 'ward'. Can you put this yellow stuff on the squirrels?"

"Zephyr"