just spring things

Zephyrus had taken to Lia instantly - he adored the fire-hued female who spoke so gently to him, fed him, and shared with him her room when he found the many flights of stairs to the goose room too much to climb. Not unlike a typical orphaned bird, Zephyr found himself attached at the hip to his caretakers. If he was unable to find Artorias, Zeph would seek out Briar. If Briar was nowhere to be found, he moved on to Lia. So far he'd not encountered a day where all three of his favorite wolves were unavailable, and he tried not to consider that he might actually need to spend a day alone should it happen in the future.  

Lia had explained to him their task for the day. Outdoors in the courtyard, there was a portion of garden that belonged to her and that needed tending. Zephyr knew he'd much rather assist Lia in her not-exactly-thrilling ventures than sit inside the castle alone, so he'd agreed to accompany her. "Why would you grow your food when you can just catch it outside?" He asked as he followed the wolf to her personal dirt-patch, keeping his small body close to hers so she could break the wind for him. Zephyr's juvenile plumage was slow to fledge and with his feathers still so immature he was much more sensitive to the cold than these furred beasts were.

"Zephyr"