Housewarming

Zephyr was overjoyed at the opportunity to join his adoptive parents in their trip across Auster and Boreas, to the northern most peak of their world where apparently, his mother's family now lived. He had seen the Fatalis family in passing during their attendance at the Hallows' wedding, but small and overwhelmed by the massive number of guests present, Zephyr had avoided any sort of meaningful introduction. He outgrew the shyness quickly and now, nothing seemed more thrilling then getting to know his extended family.

The walk offered a multitude of new sights as well as opportunity to practice flight over a longer distance, but Zephyr abandoned the idea of independence as soon as the air began to cool. Why was the north so damn cold? It was supposed to be nearing summer and yet it was colder here then it was in Auster, where their rainy season was quickly coming upon them. The first few times he'd climbed into the cart, the raptor had been as stealthy as he could with it. By the end of the trip he was unapologetically huddled in the thick blankets, even if it meant smushing or displacing the wine bottle gifts that they'd carted along. Oddly enough Artorias had also packed a few wooden swords, but after the first time being poked in the tail feathers Zephyr simply pushed them into the plush deeper and reminded himself to address their existence once they'd arrived.

The cart stopped, his canine family stepping forward to announce their presence and wait for their hosts to arrive. Zephyr scrambled out from the blankets hurriedly. "We're here!?" Gods, he hoped that this pack had a warm castle like the Hallows' to bed down in and stave off the cold. Sprinting up to where his parents waited, Zephyr moved to push himself between their furred bodies and nuzzle up to the both of them for as much temporary warmth as he could absorb.