a little out of wing

The absolute last thing Zephyrus expected to hear in the depths of night here, lost and questioning his life choices was a voice. It was a kind voice speaking kind words, but breaking the silence after he'd keyed himself up imagining cougars and bears had managed to shock him instantly out of his feathers. He abandoned his not-so-tiny huddle in the grass at speed, tripping near-instantly on his frantically flapping wings and crashing his chest into the dirt with a thud.

A few beats of his racing heart later he recalled the words themselves, twisting his head over his shoulder toward the source and staring it down with wide, frightened eyes. "Yeah, no, I'm fine." He breathed, working much too hard to feign nonchalance and failing miserably. "I just, uh..." Crap, there was absolutely no logical excuse, not one that wouldn't immediately clue in a predator to his vulnerable state away from his 'nest'.

Zephyr clambered back to his talons, craning his vulture-like neck low to the ground to peer through the grass at the speaker. It was an animal he'd never seen before and it was larger then any creature he'd ever laid eyes on. Larger then his parents, larger then any of their companions, larger even then a bear. "Please don't eat me." The stranger did not look particularly predatory to his eyes, but her thick muscular build was a far cry from any deer he'd ever seen. From his long four seasons of experience, muscle tone spoke to a warrior, and warriors were always deadly.

"Zephyr"