your carcass brings all the birbs to the yard

“No, Mortis is my son… a wolf.” He explained, which likely didn’t tell the strange baby bird in front of him much. Honestly, if someone had told him a week ago that he’d be treating a baby bird like his godson's ward, he would have thought them nuts. “He’s an anomaly, born with wings. As far as my knowledge with birds goes, the closest I can identify you to would be a mixture of an eagle, and a vulture, but larger.” he confirmed.

Marshal settled the bird on his head, and the bird leaped. He was brave, you had to give him that. But the Warlord had a feeling this was a lesson the bird needed to learn. There were a great many very tall places to leap from in the Hallows. As the bird fell, and failed to fly, the Warlord swiped at him. Snagging a talon before Zeph could hit the ground. “I agree. Wait for your feathers to come in, and you look more like Marshal” he advised.


"Sirius"