Blackfeather Woods Where the wild things are

Winter was fast approaching, but the boy had yet to prepare for it. He did not seek out any permanent shelter like he knew he should, but instead focused on exploring the wilds. Things had changed since his last stay in the land, that was for sure, but that just meant he had more areas to look into. There were more creatures to meet, too, including some owls that had taken up residence within Teekon. He was glad to have met the two, he really was, but understood he could not stay with them all of the time. Keyx was a navigator, and was practically built for exploration. Tracking food sources and weather patterns, plus much more—it was child’s play to him. Yet, the simplicity of it all did not dull his attraction to the lifestyle, but, rather, it strengthened it. There was nothing that could make him give up the title he’d obtained, as far as he knew of. Anything and everything was nice for a while, but in the end, he would always return to the skies in order to carry on with his journeys.

That day, the darkly coloured tyto had been called away by a sudden urge to relocate for the night. Previously, he’d been hanging around in the Haunted Woods due to the shelter it provided from the sun, but it’d grown boring. He needed something new, a place he’d never visited before, and thus the owl had set off through the skies. He was weary in his flight, wide eyes unable to miss the greying of the sky above him. It was sure to rain, he could both see and feel it. When the gloomy attitude of the clouds had appeared to worsen, Keyx knew it was time to seek out cover from the impending rain. It was that need that hand landed him within Blackfeather, though he wasn’t too pleased by the situation. The calls of crows and ravens alike could be heard from all around, forcing his usually wide optics to narrow in disgust. They were thieving birds, never against the idea of attacking for no good reason. He hated them, all of them, and he’d never met a single one that could discredit the stereotype most owls held against them. Despite that, he could not change the situation. The rain would hit soon, he knew, not providing him with the necessary amount of time to relocate. Thus, the boy had to suck it up, and then tucked himself away into the hollow of a tree.

At one point or another, Keyx must have dozed off, for his optics snapped open at the sound of thundering steps. He recognized the footfalls as belonging to none other than a wolf and, out of curiosity, peeked his head out of the hollow in order to zero in on the noise-maker. With his excellent vision, he caught sight of her with ease, and noted how she appeared to have a strong purpose for running, based off of how quickly she was moving. With his curiosity growing, he departed from his hideout and took off after the lupine, his flight silent. It took only a few moments to catch up with her, and he lingered close by as she pressed forward. Unable to keep himself silent any longer, he opened his mouth and asked, “What are you doing?” Whether she would be able to hear him or not, he could not be sure, but hoped for the best.