Heron Lake Plateau Stars come swimming out of the horizon.

Owen was sprawling himself out on the dirt floor, spread-eagling his limbs as far as he could make them go to try and combant the smothering humid miasma of the air that laid across the world like an overthick blanket. Burying his nose in Raven's side didn't make it go away, and neither did his attempts to hide from it under his sisters. Molding his body to the cooler earth of the floor was not quite satisfactory, but unfortunately it would have to do.

His little lungs felt like they had to work extra-hard at pumping the sludge of the air in and out his nose. Vasa of course provided another good motivation to dig one's face into the floor, but a certain subtle change in the the atmosphere lured him into cautiously raising his snout and sampling the air. The first few gentle snuffs did not show any further signs of the previous stinkbombing of the area, at least... but Owen jerked back with a surprised sneeze as the air suddenly got even wetter and thicker where it touched his ear. Wait what?! No, that wasn't the air sniffing him back—that was something...someone else. Not-Mommy. But not quite entirely unfamiliar either, even if this one's scent had only been a tiny and subtle flavoring of the air from most of what he could recall previously. Owen blindly reached out a paw to bat experimentally at the beast. Then he sneezed again, as he sniffed the bit of down his reaching paw had thusly managed to acquire. What the hell—that bit didn't smell like a wolf at all. Was this newest visitor some sort of part-wolf monster, trying to disguise its foreign feathery bits?

Interesting. Owen tried to scrape the ticklish fluff off the end of his paw as he waved his head in the air and tried to acquire a little more information. Mommy didn't seem concerned by the creature invading, so in his mind it at least seemed like a friendlyish sort of monstrous hybrid...just very, very strange.