By the time the sun just began to creep over the horizon on the following day, Zack had already sneaked off to the river in an attempt to get some fish. After managing to snag a few trout from the river, he bounded back to the camp. The first place that he stopped was Sephiroth’s tent.
Upon reaching the flaps, he pawed at the dirt, trying to get the attention of the residents inside the tent. He then dropped the fish on the ground before barking out in the only language that he can manage at the moment, a series of wolf growls and barks.
“Hey, Sephy? Are you awake? I got you some breakfast?” After speaking, Zack tried to bite open the flaps to the tent, for he wanted to slip inside the tent.