Know Your History

Zephyr's heart ached for home, the absence from his family weighing heavily on him. As an argentavis among wolves, he was driven by a deep-rooted instinct for adventure. Mastering the skies had ignited Zeph's desire to explore the world, a quest he saw as both a personal indulgence and a noble pursuit. During his travels, he and his companions had honed their skills in search and rescue. His unique abilities as a gargantuan bird proved invaluable in aiding wolves who found themselves stranded, injured, or in dire need of sustenance.

As he made his way back to the heart of Auster, the distant echo of a summoning howl reached his keen ears. It was Iolaire, gathering the pack for a night under the stars rich with tales of their ancestry. A grin spread across his beak as he banked his wings, steering clear of the castle's looming silhouette to join the congregation on the moonlit meadow. The lore of his chosen kin was an allure he could never resist, and the occasion was perfect to spring a surprise on his adopted brothers and sisters.

Dusk's distinctive black form drew his eye first. As quietly as his oversized form would allow, Zephyr tucked his wings and aimed to swoop in behind the horned wolf where she lay upon her pelt. If he could be swift enough to catch her off guard, he would reach out his wings in an attempt to swipe the wolf into his chest, hugging her tight in his feathers... stealing her seat upon the hide. "Is this spot taken?" He would say.  

"Zephyr"