did your medical degree cover birds

While the atmosphere of the clinical area was less comfortable than he'd expected, Zephyr found his discomfort lessening the longer the chatter went on. He gave the healer an eager grin as she filled him in, glancing back and forth between the bird and its master with fondness. Questions of all sorts swam in the depths of his mind, but one in particular came forth. "What's the Long Night?" He'd heard of night obviously - and it did feel rather long sometimes - but how did this other bird acquire fancy eyes just in the absence of the sun? And more importantly, how could Zephyr?

The compliments brought a happy wiggle to the hatchling's lower half, his tail feathers rustling against each other noisily. "Really? The finest raptor you've ever seen!?" His talons tapped an eager rhythm beneath him, though he managed a brief glance of hesitation toward the albino corvid. Craning his vulture-like neck upwards, he directed a hushed question toward the wolf. "Is Eilwen a raptor too?" It wasn't fair for Zephyr himself to be labeled the finest raptor Gwyn had ever seen, if another fine raptor was currently in the room.

"Zephyr"