your carcass brings all the birbs to the yard

The food-bearing wolf tore the pelt from the creature and exposed the meat within, and Zeph was quick to stick his beak deep into the flesh to pull out a fresh, bloody piece. Swallowing it and feeling the hunger begin to sate, he took another look at the wolf. "You're Basilisk's guardian." He deduced with a tilt of his head, vaguely remembering the saber-toothed man collecting him after their raiding party.

Attentive gaze shifted between Sirius' face, to the corpse, and then back up to the bird who suddenly appeared upon the wolf's back. "A bird!! A bird like me!!" His stubby wings flapped excitedly at his sides, the food forgotten for the moment. "Why do you have a bird? Does everyone have birds? Does he have a name, too? Does Basilisk have a bird?" It seemed the pairing of avian and canine was not as unusual as he initially thought.

"Zephyr"