Swiftcurrent Creek when you’re down, when you fall

He jerks a little when the boy jumps, though the movement is slight and nearly imperceptible. He's not used to anyone being scared of him, and he's surprised to find a small hint of pleasure in feeling like he has the advantage for once. The feeling is fleeting, however, extinguished with the other boy's words. Zephyr frowns, taken aback by the strangeness of the statement, and for several moments he's silent — long enough for the boy to ask even stranger questions.
You don't know who you are? Did you forget? His ears fold against his skull as he speaks, gaze drifting to the hairless patch on the other's head as he steps closer. Did you hit your head? He remembers his mother telling him a story about a man who had hit his head, and forgot who he was. He was crazy after that, she'd said, and useless, so the pack kicked him out and he died. He casts a suspicious glance at the bird again, wondering if this boy is crazy and useless now too. He doesn't look crazy or useless, though...