Sun Mote Copse He said I'm fabulously rich

Here there were wolves. He could hear them down below as he soared over the wood. Sinaht knew the dangers- fangs and claws, ready to dice him up into a delicious meal worthy of a five-star chef. But his gaze caught onto a golden wolf between the trees, could not let it go, and soon he was gliding down between branches. Until he settled on a branch in the trees just up ahead in the wolf's path. Sinaht watched curiously as the boy followed some invisible trail- vision, not smell, was the owl's strength, and so he could not tell what was being tracked, especially from this distance. Still, wide eyes watched on with some veiled amusement, wondering if the canine would take notice of his presence. After all, he wasn't hard to miss- with that luminous white color he stood out quite finely.