Walk the lands we seek to call home

More wolves arrived quickly, each offering the young raptor their own compliment in turn. It did help to lessen the sting of embarrassment (and the more tangible sting on his backside) and with his father's help, Zephyr was untangled from the bush he'd crushed. He glanced over his shoulder at the thing almost apologetically - would it continue to grow berries after being forced to suffer his full weight? Zeph sure hoped so, he'd yet to find a species of berry that wasn't delicious. Turning back toward the gathered wolves, he gave a proud little wiggle. "I am getting big." The fledgling raptor affirmed, outstretching his colorful wing and realizing that he'd picked up a new color in his crash. Preening himself later would be quite the task... but likely a tasty one.

"Can these ones make wine?" The general concept of how the liquor was made was something that went above the bird's head, but there was disgruntled disappointment in his tone as he realized the implication. He wasn't allowed wine. He'd have to share the deliciousness of berries with the adults who enjoyed their odd, mind-altering drink. Syanna gave him a name to the sort of berry he'd crashed into, and he hopped closer to the bush in question to observe it and place the name firmly in his mind. Raspberries were edible, that much he knew. Plucking an uncrushed one off the branch and crushing it in his beak, he tasted the spoils of war he'd earned. "Mmm."

Artorias had explained that they would be exploring the land and claiming it for themselves, a prospect Zephyr very much enjoyed even if his arrival here was playful and without purpose. "Do you think there will be other types of berries here too?" He queried, his talons leaving the ground briefly in a series of excited hops. "Oh! oh! Are these trees the types that have food, too?" Oranges, apples, pears and a dozen more fruits he could name all grew on trees. This grove's sole special feature (in Zeph's mind) was that it was a food-place, it only made sense to the eternally hungry bird that the food would be in vast abundance beyond berries itself.

"Zephyr"