your carcass brings all the birbs to the yard

Zephyr eyed the wolf side eye, trying to determine exactly how convinced he must be to have gone from choking to death over the idea to encouraging them as a team. "We will be." He assured the oversized man with a series of enthusiastic nods of his head. It took only a few more beakfulls of the meat before his hunger had quieted, and Zephyrus stepped back to allow Sirius full control over the corpse and whatever he'd been doing to it.

At the giant's next words, Zeph hesitated. Was he a flightless bird? He hoped not, but he had no way of knowing for sure. "I'm not a chicken." He offered helpfully, ruling out only variant of bird he knew he was not. "Artorias says I'm a raptor." He'd also said that there were lots of raptors like eagles, but not specifically which species Zeph belonged to. When did flight happen? The chick suddenly realized how many questions he had, and how few answers the wolves around him might have. Could he fly now, if only he found something high enough to jump off? "Can I climb onto and jump off your head?"


"Zephyr"