did your medical degree cover birds

Zeph was settling in well within the castle, growing quickly and eating as much food as he could convince Lia to provide. While he thought he was as healthy as they came, Artorias had explained to him the importance of check-ups and sent him on his way toward his first. The growing raptor was happy to oblige his guardian's request, there was very little he would not do for the wolf who had rescued him and given him a home beyond the fireplace.

He'd already had a run-in with the east wing of the castle, where Zeph realized how little fondness he had for baths. The infirmary was adjacent to the wet room of death (which, to Zephyr, was obviously a design flaw) and he made his way there cautiously, careful not to navigate to the wrong room. The door was ajar, and Zephyrus poked his beak through and around the corners before venturing deeper. "Hi, Gwynevere?" He called out. "I'm here for a check-out."

"Zephyr"