Boo!

The castle had been a sanctuary for Zephyrus since the day he’d hatched within. It was a perfect homes for a bird of his size and grandeur, and Zephyrus’ spot atop the highest tower was still a familiar perch, even after his seasons away.

His keen eyes, sharp as the blade of his sword, were focused intently at the courtyard below. He had a purpose today, one important enough that he would wait as long as necessary to see fulfilled.

Hours passed and the courtyard saw multiple Hallows members traipse through, all of them unaware of the avian watcher above. Zephyrus, with a heart fluttering in playful anticipation, continued to wait.

Finally he caught sight of a familiar gait – Ciaran, oblivious to the impending surprise, trotting right out into the open. Here we go!

Zephyrus wasted no time in unfurling his massive wings, the air whistling quietly under their might. Without hesitation he dove, swooping down until his talons were just inches above Ciaran.

With a powerful beat of his wings he pulled suddenly up, aiming to send a strong tornadic gust of wind into the young wolf, and sending out an eagle-like shriek atop the boy’s head for good measure.


"Zephyr"