Silvertip Mountain Guide me great wisdom

His white feathers were barred brown so dark he looked like he had zebra patterning. Only his ash-grey face, bordered by black, shunned the pattern in this morning light. Comet shifted one wing and clacked his beak quietly together from his perch atop a small spire of rock. He was safely out of distance should this beast decide it wanted a new type of fowl for dinner. Comet felt rather smug and shuffled his feet, lost his footing with one, and almost fell. Cursing inwardly, he hastened to right himself -only spreading his wings wide kept his balance.

Just as he managed to regain his composure, Comet heard those words thrown into the barren surroundings by a voice which could only be described as lost. Feeling a bit guilty for his smugness on the topic of dinner-thoughts, Comet realised that this wolf wasn't hunting. He was currently situated behind the wolf, which was glowing an ethereal white below him. It had stopped in its prowling, and whatever it had lost was nowhere to be seen.

Wondering if perhaps FitzDutiful had lost a hatchling, the owl felt sympathy flood his veins. He had not yet had a nest of his own but he was eager to start one.
Near-silent, he spread his wings again, and this time allowed himself to topple from the perch and glide over Fitz's large head, swing by in a large half-loop, then drop to nestle on the ground ahead of the wolf. Comet cleared his throat and spoke, taking advantage of the surprise of his entrance to get his piece in before he was pounced on "Have you lost your son or daughter? I could help you look...?"
 
He didn't settle his wings along his sides, instead keeping them spread aloft to their full wingspan, so that he could make a hasty retreat if the Alpha was not in a friendly mood.