Blackfeather Woods I'm starting to notice a sound

He feels the presence this time, barely registers the hint of his name above the whispery din in his head. Yet Taikon does not register as an ally, but an intruder — danger in this most vulnerable moment. Zephyr looks up with another snarl, this one thin and half-hearted, more desperation than ferocity. Eyes unfocused, pupils big and far too sensitive, he barely sees the pale figure at all. For a long moment he simply stares, lips peeled back. Then the expression fades, and his head drops, slowly. He blinks once. « Go away. I don't want you here. Mephala does not want you here, » The words come out wrong, somehow, but Zephyr can't pinpoint how. He's barely aware of speaking them.