Blackfoot Forest Entrance into the wilds

Their standoff is brief. He stares back at her for a few moments before he begins to turn away and continue on the direction he’d been traveling. She watches a few seconds before she begins to shuffle on the branch. Surely she doesn’t have much longer before the mother owl returns. She grips one egg in one hand and gently, with the other, places in her mouth so she has at least one hand to help shuffle her way back down. Her ears twitch with a long flap above, rushing further down the trunk that she nearly stumbles. Without looking for the black wolf now that she’s on the ground, she begins to run off to find her friend and share her spoils.