Heron Lake Plateau not looking for a confession

Owen boggled a little as his brain got stuck on the notion that even Towhee's brother didn't know where the bird had come from. That was pretty mindblowing...and pretty suspicious, if you asked him. Okay, yeah, the "pooping it out" thing was probably a joke, but seriously... what if Towhee had summoned the thing magically, or split off part of her soul and turned it into a raptor? So you never saw X's egg or anything? Hhhhhuh...

Really what Owen wanted to do was to get to the bottom of this mystery. Or catch Towhee in the midst of her whole sneaky shapechanging act, even more ideally. She always had those random bits of feather and down clinging to her in a different spot every time Owen saw her, after all... but pulling himself back to the real world and the here and now, what the kid said next was, - Towhee does and says some strange things, doesn't she. What was it like growing up with her? And with Mom? And, uh, the bird? X. -

After a moment, Owen also thought to add: ...An' when did you meet Dad?

How hadn't it occurred to him before that maybe other family members might know a little more about some of these deep dark secrets and ancient history? Assuming they were willing to share them with their baby nephew, or cousin or what-have-you. Owen's green eyes burrowed hungrily into Phox, hoping for some interesting stories and dirt to be unearthed from somewhere in this interrogation. And maybe one or two tips for becoming a tricksy shapeshifty magical wolf as well if he was lucky, who knew.