a little out of wing

The words Dandelion used in comparison to her own species were as foreign as the word 'horse' was and Zephyr looked sheepish as he shook his head in reply. So that was why he had been drug around to hunting lessons, he was missing a wide gap in knowledge of the world, especially as it had barely been a season since he'd actually wandered any distance away from the castle. A flightless bird was not easy to travel with or protect, and growing as quickly as he did, Zephyr didn't like to stray too far from food. His stomach rumbled at the thought. How had he forgotten to bring snacks?

The horse explained that she did indeed know from which way he came, north-west was a good starting point, but how to find it when the sun was gone? "Do we need to wait until the sun comes up to find our way home?" He asked, his discomfort clear. As time passed it was becoming less and less likely that he was going to get away with this adventure unreprimanded.

"Would you like a ride back?" Snapped from his thoughts, the raptor's beak curved instantly into a grin. Rides were one of his favorite activities since the moment he'd been adopted, the closest thing he could get to flying that wasn't actually flying. His wings were tired. The smile faltered for a moment as he remembered his immense size (combined with the fact that he no longer fit upon his wolf family's backs) and consideration was clear in his eyes as he tried to come up with an answer that was not ignorant or rude but also... well, just not rude. "I would love a ride, if you think -" He intercepted his words, already knowing it would come out either calling the horse fat or insulting her strength. "Yes, please." If he was too heavy, she'd say something, right? He ambled over to her side and idled there a moment, struggling to determine the kindest way to climb up.

"Zephyr"