did your medical degree cover birds

Zephyr had barely crossed through the door and already the environment had seemed to change so drastically. While his sense of smell was weak compared to that of wolves, it was hard to miss the various herb and medicinal-smelling scents that seemed to have been permeating the room for longer than he'd been alive. There were high up tables like the kitchen, but none of the tasty smells that he'd come to associate with them. His face scrunched up in displeasure, but he continued toward the medic wolf regardless.

She did not seem to be expecting him - in fact, she didn't seem to know a bird had taken residence in the castle at all. Zeph deflated slightly in embarrassment as her uncertain tone reached him, but returned her soft smile. "My name is Zephyrus." He answered promptly, blinking up at her as she sat before him. Was this what an examination was? To help out the somewhat confused-looking healer, he offered a bit more. "Artorias says I'm a raptor."

"Zephyr"