Welcome to the Circus

This trip to Boreas was getting better and better. Apparently something big and important was going down in the nearby battlefield, and his father had decided that whatever had brewed there was something that might be useful for Zephyr to witness and learn. The customs of the canines who had taken him in still confused him at times, but could this really be any more strange and foreign than the weddings he had attended? Odder yet, it had taken some convincing for his mother to approve of his attendance... which made him think this was not only a rare occasion, but a potentially dangerous one. A true adventure. It was too bad he had not had nearly enough practice with his swords to bring them along.

Following close beside Artorias, Zephyr weaved through the crowd with the instinctual uncertainty of a bird among wolves. A dozen strangers had gathered to watch the challenge, many of them unknown to him including the two wolves locked in a brawl. One wolf did stand out as one he'd met, the splotchy one with horns who had insisted to him that the Hallows would have hurt him for trespassing for his meal. Zephyr fluffed up in offense at the memory, and he made note to ask his father about such a situation when they got back.

It was the first time Zephyr had seen two wolves in actual combat, he'd never expected it to look so... angry. Obediently remaining stuck firm to Artorias' side, he leaned his beak down to murmur into his father's ear. "What are they fighting for?"