Heron Lake Plateau Stars come swimming out of the horizon.

Owen jerked back in surprise and gave his paw a boggle-eyed look. Upon spotting his down-blessed paw, the mysterious hybrid monster had reached down and taken back the piece of its disguise had taken. His heart was pounding at the swooping nearness of the beast, but already he vaguely sensed it had turned away and done—something—with its reaquired treasure, and was keeping an eye on his sisters just as much as him, it seemed. Owen thought this strange pattern of events over for a moment and decided this was all fairly all-right by him as his heartrate slowed back to normal. It was not only a monster with benignly neutral intentions, it seemed, it was downright helpful, if perhaps slightly selfish in its motivations in taking back the weird bit of feathery fluff. Good enough.

Owen turned awkwardly to "look" at the monster for a moment, briefly (and in his own mind, quite bravely) aligning his tiny nose to get a better, more direct sniff of the thing. He momentarily reached out some splayed, fluff-free toes in the creature's direction, though whether in thanks or acknowledgement was unclear. Then he turned back to the important business of food acquisition, fumbling a sternly shoving paw out in @Phoebe's direction to give her a preemptory warning shove: she'd better not even think about getting in the way of his spot at their (fortunately endlessly patient, or at least too exhausted to be too bother by her brood's shenanigans currently) Momma's belly, here. His sisters would doubtless soon realize they too had better rush in and claim their own share if they didn't want their bratty brother to claim it all for himself.