Built to Burn

Everything was coming so quickly, and though the young raptor was doing his best to keep up, his mind moved much quicker than his beak could manage. "He is good with a sword." Zephyr nodded, clearly enthused. "Oh!" His head swirled back to the male, his talons resuming the rapid tapping that tended to come when his excitement would overthrow. "Can you teach me how to use a sword too?" Artorias had wielded his with his terrifying muzzle of beaks, but Zephyr's legs were capable of more range of motion then his neck must be - one day, he might be capable of the same skillful decapitation!

Confirmation was given that Briar lived in the castle as well, and the looks the wolves shared between each other only confirmed for him that they were indeed life partners. Zephyrus was young and adaptable and had already had to accept a surrogate parent in his young life, adding two others was as easy a decision as eating. He caught Artorias' hesitation, watching the wolf as he paused and gave a thoughtful glance to his mate. Zephyr followed the glance, looking between the pair with wide and hopeful eyes until they both affirmed his words. "Yes, I do!" Wolves could be silly sometimes, the raptor noted. Of course he wanted to stay with his rescuer and his rescuer's partner!

Remembering the meat chunks suddenly, his fragile attention diverted once more. Sliding down onto his rump and situating his talons on each side of the chunk, he began to pull from it pieces small enough to consume whole. While he worked, his adoring gaze would occasionally return to the wolves whom he'd adopted. "When is next food time?" The raptor asked as his pile began to run low, already considering how he might ration the chunks. Wolves must hunt much slower than his mother owl, seeing as they lacked wings and all. Belatedly, Zephyr wondered how much of an extra beak the pair was prepared to feed...

"Zephyr"