Bramblepoint Shipwreck in a sea of faces

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?"