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No matter how hard the bird tried, the runestones refused to give. They must have been made of the strongest sort of stone on earth or protected by a force that he could not pretend to understand. Nothing else made sense. Pulling his talon away, the raptor shrunk in disappointment as the pirate acknowledged that he must just not be strong enough. (Though, Artisan tried to scrape away at the rock too and had failed, so Zephyr didn't have to feel too sore a loser.)

Emulating the canine, Zephyr too threw himself into the grass. Landing on his belly with his neck and beak outstretched, he peered out into the empty plains. His wings stretched out to either side to hug the soft blades of green, the damp chill of moisture beneath his feathers feeling oddly refreshing as he lay there with his new friend. It was not often he could find a plain sparse enough and soft enough to unfurl all near 200 inches of his wingspan and not hurt himself on jagged stones. Then Artisan spoke again, and Zephyr's brows furrowed in suspicion. That is exactly how Zephyr would manipulate food out of someone. Food manipulation was something he knew best.

Standing swiftly, he glared down at the sad-sack of a wolf. "If you're hungry, use your own two legs and go get it yourself." He parroted, huffing to make his offense clear. Unfortunately the plains around him had no elevation at all for a smooth and skillful takeoff to punctuate his wit, so Zephyr had to waste time climbing back up the tallest runestone. It took him many minutes (which in reality, ruined his clever escape entirely) to find purchase within the hard stone, but he got to the top, spread his wings, and eventually took flight back to the castle. Leaving the gold and blue wolf behind with only a tinge of regret.