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Zephyr was only asked for a name, and it was only a name he gave. If he didn't need to know Zephyrs skills, there was no need in telling. After all, he was really only here for Chusi: it was likely he'd take off when she was grown, but they didn't need to know that. Dipping his head in respect to the leaders he faced, he gave his answer to the one who asked: Aaron.
          "Zephyr Maverick, sir."
He offered nothing else, since none was needed, falling silent and sticking with watching Chusi's movements. He wasn't the father, no, but sometimes he felt like it. With the rare occasions on which he was able to see her, really, they'd never had the chance to really bond. He protected her like his own, though, without shame and without worry of Sen. That was his job, right, only to serve them? He watched with a grassy gaze as she took a few steps towards Amara, containing his smile to the tiniest of things in hopes nobody would notice. It was when she turned to him and came, however, that the smile broke free into a grin. Reaching down to nuzzle her, he all but ignored everyone else around him: she was the one who commanded his attention, the only one in the world he knew of to call friend. Everyone else was gone.