but what if everything was boring forever

The wolf did not react in the typical and expected exasperated-but-not-afraid way he was used to, and Zephyr realized that someone must have dropped the ball in telling people he was here. He was a visitor damnit, not an intruder! Spreading his wings wide and holding them up as if to show he came in peace, he took a few frantic steps back from the crouched huntress. The feathers on his wingtips bashed into the trees beside him, curling and bending and making him awfully uncomfortable. Once more he wondered why anyone would ever want to live here. Could wolves even climb trees? The only good things these trees could ever be good for was climbing, the raptor decided.

"Absolutely no, you cannot!" He argued against her insistence that she could attack on sight. "I am a guest! The son of Briar and Artorias and my dad will eat you if you attack me, swear." Being called big was something he was used to, but being threatened? Zephyr did not ever want to get used to that. He was a nice bird - when he wasn't intentionally scaring canines by swooping down over their heads.

"Zephyr"