Wolf RPG

There’d been a calling to the young owl, urging him to return home. The Grand Oak had reached out to him in some way, turning him in its direction and then pulling him forward. Nothing had been keeping him from returning, either. Keyx hadn’t really made any friends during his last visit to Teekon, so heading back home had been an easy task. He’d returned just after his younger siblings had all hatched, which gave him something to do. For a long while, he’d hung around and helped look out for the owlets, giving his parents a break when they needed one. It was not their first brood, and certainly wouldn’t be their last, but that had only made him want to help out more. His newly hatched siblings had all looked at him as if he was some strange creature back then, but after awhile, they’d been able to accept his appearance as a natural phenomenon. That had definitely made things a bit easier when it came to looking out for them.
 
Recently, though, Keyx had grown restless. He was a Navigator, an owl meant to travel and track everything he could. That had led to him setting off again—after he’d made sure his parents were fine, that is. Before too long of flying, the darkly coloured owl found himself entering the Wilds for the second him in his life. He knew the area, not as well as some other places, but enough to tell when he’d entered it. Instead of heading for the locations he’d housed himself within in the past, he took a new path, recognizing only a few things as he trailed forward. Every now and again, his head would tilt as he flew, picking up on the sounds of creatures lingering on the ground beneath him. Nothing caught his interest enough to have him landing, especially since most was far too large for him to eat. It was only when he entered a woods that he decided to rest, alighting down on a branch with natural silence. The moon filled the sky with its presence, letting the boy see many things, though his main focus was on what he was hearing. Winter was approaching, sending the small rodents into a frantic search of food to stock up on. It was like every predator’s dream, really, and he kept track of every heartbeat he heard. His head tilted, positioning his ears so they could better catch the sounds, and then he waited. Waited for his opening, for when some foolish rodent would drift just close enough for him to sweep down and snatch it up with ease.

 Night had swept onto Teekon, meaning it was the nocturnal animal's lands now. The sounds of crickets chirping had awakened the golden bird. From her perch she stared out at the twilight that consumed the lands. Right when she lay eyes on it, her wings stretched out far and she jumped of her branch, gliding across the night sky.

 Her destination was the Haunted Wood. Maybe one of its wolves were out. That is where she would strike of course. It would be an added bonus if it were one of its Alpha's young. Vulpine had delayed on her duty for a few days now, wanting to get a good sense of the land.

 Her silent wings took her to Bramblepoint, where she decided to take a rest. As she quietly landed on the nearest branch, there was a form in the corner of her eye. What interested her is that this form was in the trees and not on the ground. Could not be a flightless mamal, no. A bird it must be, she thought. Curiosity made her swoop in closer, landing on a lower branch than the other. What she saw excited her more. Another owl was the form that she saw. She hadn't seen another owl since she came. There were different birds, but now an owl. Not wanting to break the silence, she stayed silent, head cocked up to watch the other.

 
The thumping of heartbeats kept a tight hold on his attention, allowing him not even a second to survey his surroundings. There was a strong temptation to dive down right then and there, to sink his talons into the soft flesh of what hid among the underbrush. Knowing better, however, he kept himself still and continued to wait. Just as he was about to lurch forward, there came an unnatural shift in the wind. At first, he was at a loss on what could have caused it, but then his obsidian eyes found themselves lingering on another creature. Her face was as pale as snow itself, similar to the faces he’d grown up around. Immediately, he knew what the foreign presence was, but the ‘who’ was still a mystery. As she stared up at him, he returned the gesture, taking in every inch of her appearance. He was surprised she’d not attacked him in some fashion, knowing well that most barn owls looked down upon those possessing more melanin within them. It made him curious of her, and even suspect the situation might be nothing more than the calm before a storm.
 
With his meal forgotten, Keyx twisted his head into an angle that would be highly unnatural for any other species. He had wished to get a better look at the female, interested in what her purpose there was. The fact that her gaze remained on him made the boy positive she was not looking to dine, lest she expected him to catch a meal for the both of them. Or, perhaps, she’d planned to steal whatever he’d catch. Inwardly, he waved such negative thoughts away, and outwardly let out a churring sound to break the silence between them. “Hello,” he greeted, a cheerful tone hidden amongst his words. Though mildly suspicious of what her intentions may be, he could not be anything but his usual, friendly self. “Out for a meal?” Again, his head turned, neck twisting in ways that would surely make anyone other than an owl cringe. His head rested to the opposite side of what it’d previously been, focusing his hearing on Vulpine instead of what lingered far below on the forest floor.

When the other bird noticed her presence, she didn't flinch. She only wished to inspect this male and visa versa. His coloration was different than other owls she came across. He seemed to be lacking in light coloration, his feathers almost melting in the night.

 She had expected to carry on with his business, but instead he spoke to her. "Greetings," she hooted, answering his introduction. "Afraid not," she replied, "Sorry, did I ruin a hunt?"

The greeting was returned, and he felt relieved that she was at least a polite creature. Any nerves he may have possessed previously had melted away posthaste, leaving him with nothing but his own curiosity. He was interested in the female, as well as how long she might have resided within the Wilds. During his last stay in the wolf-filled lands, he hadn’t crossed paths with a single other owl. No barn owls, no great horned owls, no screech owls… there’d been absolutely no one. Only varies members of the canidae family and some daylight birds, neither of which had made the idea of staying too enticing. He’d enjoying collecting the furs that he could, that he would not deny, but creating art and being among others of his own species gave him two different feelings of home. Neither were negative, but without both, he had felt rather uncomfortable. It seemed that things would be different this time around, which he was actually a bit thankful for.
 
Keyx shook his head at her inquiry, knowing well he still could have caught something even with her nearby. “You didn’t,” he informed her, adding words to his previously silent answer. “You’re the first owl I’ve seen in this area, so I’m a bit more interested in you than I am a meal right now.” He straightened himself out, then, before lowering himself down onto a different branch. Not wanting to make her stare up at him any longer, he positioned himself on a branch that was closer to being level with her own. “Has a parliament settled here during my time away, or are you alone?” The boy was certain he would have noticed if a parliament was in the area, but then again, he had been away for a long while. Anything could have happened in his absence, including the forming or settling of a group of owls.