Unbowed, unbent, unbroken

The call was an interesting one, the first open rank challenge Zephyr had seen in his young life thus far. He had no interest in joining the challenge himself (even though his showing versus his father had proved that he could probably take both combatants with one talon tied behind his back) but was eager to attend as a spectator regardless. Circling down from his tower-top balcony, the massive avian did two circles overhead atop the gathered wolves before lighting down beside his uncle and aunt, an eager grin upon his beak.

The two who had thus far arrived to compete were both capable warriors, though he knew much less of the greyscale newcomer to the Hallows. Zephyr chose no favorites, deciding simply to root both wolves on and to cheer the winner regardless. The potential match was too exciting to worry about who actually deserved or did not deserve the rank. His vulture-like neck craned to survey the space around Fern and Rudy. "Where're the puppies?" Zeph asked. Unexpectedly, the raptor had found he loved puppies... and hadn't yet had the opportunity to meet the newest litter. Maybe they were too young to watch the Hallows' knight and vanguard bleed each other for a new rank.

"Zephyr"