cut off

Zephyrus spat out the limb by which he had been dragging the carcass as soon as he'd neared the man and stepped back, offering the wolf space to accept his generously gifted meal without Zeph's hovering. He was a bit out of his element in giving food to someone else, but at the very least he could assume that wolves didn't like being stared at while they ate.

Turning his head deliberately, Zeph eyed the garden. The view from the ground was much different than the view from the sky, the foliage was thicker and more unruly and smaller herbs and flowers within the brush could be seen. The ground was uneven, but not in the natural hilly sort of way. There were carved slabs of stone visible through the blades of grass, overgrown and in the process of being retaken by nature. What had once stood here? Zephyrus wondered as he idled.

The horned man rumbled his thanks, except his voice sounded all wrong and nothing like the Hallows' raptor was accustomed to hearing from his canine family. His brows furrowed in concern, was this wolf so hungry he'd forgotten how to speak properly? Was this shock, or stroke, or something worse? Zephyr shifted his weight between his talons, reaching for a way to offer the stranger help for his weird condition without being overly rude or forward about it.

The wolf continued, and Zephyr's fragile worldview did yet another shift. Oh. He'd abandoned his hunt because of the nearby border? Of all the wolf customs he'd lived and learned, this one made the least sense yet.. and not only because he wasn't quite capable of smelling the scent line. "The Hallows is a sanctuary for all, I don't think they would punish you for seeing out your hunt to the end, would they?" As far as Zephyr was aware, wolves were capable of covering massive distances while tracking their prey. With the amount of space claimed in Auster and Boreas, how did one stay healthy and fed if they were forced to abandon their hunt every time they neared a border? It must have resulted in many wasteful expenditures of energy over a creature's lifetime.

"My name is Zephyrus and the castle is my home." He offered. "Do you live nearby? If you are still hungry, or sick, or.. need anything, we can help you. Maybe, uh, some honey for your throat?" He turned his beak to consult the bag that hung along his side, digging through it desperately and praying Lia had packed for him something medicinal.

"Zephyr"