your carcass brings all the birbs to the yard

Zephyr still wasn't a huge fan of the courtyard, though he'd found that if he tucked himself away properly beside one of the walls he could both enjoy the rays of sun while avoiding the harsh chill of wind against his young body. He found himself missing the warmth and security of the castle's roaring fires, luxurious furs, and wind-less rooms but out here was where the food was. Of course there was food inside too, but Zephyr assumed his protector wolves might not take kindly to his raiding the pantry again so soon after he and Basilisk had their way within it. If he wasn't careful, Artorias might think he was too big a mouth to feed - Zephyr couldn't let that happen, so it was time to learn to catch things himself.

Zephyr was very bad at catching things himself. No matter how fast he waddled across the grass, the mice were faster. It was demoralizing to be so far from earning his own meals (and painful with how many times he found himself falling onto his belly in pursuit) and suddenly, raiding the pantry again didn't seem to be such a bad idea. He gave one last betrayed squawk into the crevice the mouse had disappeared within before turning from it, catching sight of the approaching wolf in the distance.

Food. This giant was dragging behind him a corpse of some sort, a species the bird was unfamiliar with but certainly was food regardless. "Hey!" He chirped toward the approaching titan. "Can I have some? Can I? Can I?" Upon both talons the bird hopped closer and closer, barely giving a second thought to the fact that he was aggressively approaching a stranger's dinner. The Hallows had taught him plenty, and one of those lessons was that only tiny wolves were murderous and mean.

"Zephyr"