fine I'll spend time with the damn bird

Azure had a lot to make up for over the last season (or more) and while he’d already made nice with his newest brother-in-law, he supposed it wouldn’t hurt to at least pay some attention to the weird bird he and Briar had adopted while it was here. The thing was loud and excitable - everything Azure hated - but he supposed it was sort of a nephew. The only benefit to the whole thing was that if he was mean to it, nobody could expect otherwise - after all, he was mean to his own damn kids too.

He’d promised the avian youngling a race, which frankly sounded stupid as fuck but if it kept the creature happy and quiet then he could get through this uncle-nephew bonding experience with less pain and everyone would be happy. Leading the bird to the base of the mountain southeast of the Armada, he gestured with a paw up along the visible trail that winded up the mountain slope, leading into a patch of what must have been cloud that signalled the top. “No fucking cheating.” He insisted firmly. “You can’t just fly on up there and go ‘oh I win!’ Stay low to the ground, keep shit fair. If I see you start to fly up for a better vantage point I swear I’m just going to turn around and go home.”

Having given his non-negotiable rules, the direwolf squared up next to the colored avian and prepared. Ducking low to the ground and sighing heavily (because fuck, a race?) he waited for the bird’s announcing call, then pushed off.

Azure vs Zephyrus for Race
Round 1/4
Age: over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Bloodletter