just spring things

The she-wolf was a patient teacher, and Zephyr regretted that he had no intention on using the knowledge she'd given him. Healing things just sounded so... boring, though the young raptor had to admit that Lia took to the profession very well even if he did not. Her tongue swiped across the plumage upon his head and he grinned up at her, his small heart squeezing at the fond gesture.

"Okay, I suppose it makes sense." He relented. It didn't really make much sense still to the growing bird, but he liked Lia enough that he could pretend for her sake that he did. In reality, Artorias was invincible and if anyone did dare harm him, they'd suffer the full unrelenting wrath of Zephyr's hardening talons and very accurately jabbing beak. The thought alone was enough to make him puff up in anger, his beak curving in a frown.

"Which one helps pain?" Even if he couldn't grasp the concept of a garden, he did understand that herbs had their uses. And even if Artorias was invincible, Briar and Lia and Fern and all the other kind wolves he'd come to love might not be. Should the day come when Lia's garden failed them, Zephyr did not want the guilt of being unable to fly out and retrieve vital medication.

"Zephyr"