Wings of wisdom

A new fire blazed in the depths of Zephyr's gizzard, his wanderlust settling into deep, unyielding purpose. The Argentavis, full grown, had finally felt an undeniable pull towards home. A wolf at two years old stood on the cusp of adulthood, but Zephyr knew deep down inside that his youth would stretch many years yet. With any luck, he would have decades to shape his legacy. Decades to make his parents proud.

In fact, no sooner had he arrived back home and unpacked had the young bird decided: one day he would be known as the most productive and dedicated individual the Hallows had ever seen.

He did not regret his journey, even as homesickness had eventually struck. Being out and on the breeze had done too much for the young bird to regret even a day away from home. The solitude and harsh requirements of survival had honed his instincts, sharpening them into an art as unique and formidable as the talon-blades with which he fought. Combat was second nature to him now, yet it was his innate talent for navigation that set him apart. It was a skill no wolf - regardless of their keen senses - could ever hope to match. His ability to traverse hundreds of kilometers in a day, to see vast distances from the sky above, to effortlessly conquer obstacles that forced land-based animals to reposition and replan.. indeed, Zephyr had become an unparalleled scout. Plus, he was modest as all hell.

But it wasn't just the thrill of exploration that fueled him; it was the call to protect, to serve. His recent expeditions beyond the familiar borders of pack territory had awakened a new sense of purpose, one that aligned perfectly with the ideals instilled within him as a young chick huddled in Artorias' fur. Search and rescue. Together with his companions, Zephyr had formed a team, trained hard, and eventually came to master this new passion. With a few seasons of hard work under their belts, Zeph had finally decided it was time to pass those skills onto the next generation.

His intention was to give to the Hallows wolves more than a mere lesson; this was to be a challenge, an experience, a game. One that would hone their abilities in both navigation and healing.

Zephyr had meticulously prepared for this moment, setting up various scenarios across the field to simulate the challenges of real-life search and rescue missions. Small, brightly colored flags of cloth dotted the landscape, each representing a lost traveler or injured individual that needed to be found, extracted, and aided. Each 'patient' was strategically placed - Some were tucked away under bushes, requiring keen observation, while others were placed in more open areas, demanding speed and efficiency. Some particularly difficult ones were hidden deep within thickets, wedged beneath driftwood on the ocean shore, or placed at height in the castle courtyard. Zephyr intended to challenge the teams to strategize their routes and methods of retrieval effectively, just as they might if ever a real disaster might strike.

Zephyr's gaze fell upon a large boulder, upon which he leaped with a single powerful thrust of his wings. This would be his podium for the evening. Tilting back his head, the Argentavis then let out a piercing, shrill call; a summon to any wolf within the reach of his voice, one that beckoned any interested students to join him under the stars.

"Zephyr"