Blackfeather Woods Where the wild things are

The tyto’s inky gaze seemed to glisten with a silent show of understanding as the woman spoke, as well as a hint of curiosity. He had nothing against anyone, yet the offer for a life to be taken on his behalf was… tempting. He made note to remember that little detail in case he might need her physical abilities in the future, but said nothing on the topic. Instead, he squinted ever so slightly as he thought over the exchange, making sure the services to be provided would be of equal value. There seemed nothing wrong with either end, and so he gave a slight nod of his head. “I know enough to get by,” he said, answering about as vaguely as possible. Keyx knew a little bit of everything so he could survive on his own, thus making him the perfect little helper—when a deal could be met, that is. If crossed, he would gladly return the favour, though perhaps to a more extreme degree. Whether it be another owl or a wolf, he didn’t care. Honour was important to him when it came to keeping up your end of a bargain.

“Do you recall what the herbs looked like? There’s plenty of things out there that could serve as a relaxer, so the more detail you give can really change what you get.” The owl’s head tilted as he listened for an answer, mind already preparing itself to take in whatever she might say next. Of course, if she could provide no real details, he would simply mix together his own little cocktail of herbs. No harm in experimenting, he believed. After all, the woman only said she wanted his services; if she couldn’t provide specific information, he would just take matters into his own talons. Even if some experimental concoction of what he could find didn’t work, or had a negative effect, at least his end of the deal would have been upheld.