Fawkes' eyes briefly flicked over Zeus with some concern, frowning as much as a bird could (which was not at all) though he soon turned his head back towards the mushrooms and his brother. He trusted his brother's word-- who he had only known for a solid ten minutes, of course. It made perfect, logical sense in his mind, at least.

He nodded back to his brother; an elegant little dip of the head, which did not look entirely correct on a scrawny, newborn eagle. He watched the bear regardless as he began to investigate the mushrooms as well, thoughtful.

"Mushy?" He parroted with some thought, then-- without knowing entirely where the word tumbled from-- "Mushroom. Mush, room." Fawkes frowned.

No, he preferred 'mushy.' There was a nice ring to it.

"I like them, too," he said, hobbling back towards the mushrooms to look them over again. "I like you, too, dear brother. These things are quite suitably mushy--" he began, tone thoughtful, though he noticed that the cub was beginning to lose balance. The hatchling dove out the way to avoid being crushed, landing unevenly with a soft scrape of talons against the cave floor.

... ahh, the 'mushies' have not been so lucky, it seems, Fawkes thought to himself with some concern, pushing himself up and stumbling back to his brother, gently nudging his paw and preening at his fur.

"Are you alright?" He asked worriedly, starting to pace back and forth to look at Zeus' face. "I don't think the mushies can move, but that's okay-- it was an accident, yes? There may be more if you want to find them?" Fawkes tried to sound reassuring, though he was already beginning to worry what kind of reaction the bear would have to this realisation that he had, in fact, killed a mushy.

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@Zeus

Zeus wriggled from his fallen position, feeling dazed and confused. What just happened? He realised he was on his back and rolled over so that he was on his belly. "Are you alright?" His brother’s worried face swam into view. Zeus grunted a low yes as Fawkes paced back and forth across his vision. "I don't think the mushies can move, but that's okay-- it was an accident, yes? There may be more if you want to find them?" Huh? Mushies can’t move? At first, he was confused, but his dull red eyes slowly trailed down to the ground where he had found the mushies. But what he saw shocked him. The rock that had sheltered them was cracked, and the lovely mushies were… completely ruined. Splattered. Destroyed. He stared and stared and stared. Then it hit him. Hard. He had done that. He had killed those mushies, and he didn’t like it. And just like the big baby he was, he began to throw a huge tantrum. He rolled around and around on the cave floor, roaring and flailing his paws in the air. It looked like nothing would calm him down except seeing those mushrooms alive again. "Zeus speaks" 'Zeus thinks'

@Fawkes