Bramblepoint Shipwreck in a sea of faces

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.