your carcass brings all the birbs to the yard

After catching Basilisk and co raiding the Hallows pantry, the Warlord put aside some time to hunt for the pack. Despite knowing that Artorias expected no such compensation. He enjoyed the exercise of tracking in the semi-unfamiliar territories outside of the Hallows territory. He dragged the antelope into the courtyard by its horns, and stopped near the castle entrance. Pausing to stretch, and turned upon hearing the squeaky voice of a non-wolf.

Zephyrus, his grandson's co-culprit. “Zeph” he said, eyeing the fuzzie bird. His very limited experience with the bird told him he was as much of a bottomless pit as Basilisk was. “Of course… here” he said, ripping open a piece of the antelope, exposing the tender meat inside. After all, he had hunted this creature for the members of the Hallows to enjoy.

As he leaned back, giving Zeph room, Marshal arrowed downwards, flaring out his wings, and landing on Seer’s broad shoulders.


"Sirius"