Kintla Flatlands a tender history in rust

Tytonidae had been deeply involved in a conversation with her uncle Atticus when Junior called. Instead of abandoning him immediately, she finished up what she was saying, and allowed him to finish up his half of the conversation. She giggled at his remark, and bumped his shoulder with her nose affectionately. Even though everybody else seemed to think he was dead, Tytonidae could hear every word that he spoke. Planting a wolfish kiss on his cheek, Ty bounded toward Junior's call in typical young adult fashion. She'd had another growth spurt, and now came close to her parents' heights. She still had a lot of filling out to do, of course.

Once she managed to reach her sister, Ty wagged her tail and grinned, slinking up with every ounce of her body filled with happiness. Junior had always been the more driven, less spacey child of the two sisters, so it came as no surprise that she would be the first to leave the nest. Saena was here, too, and although Ty wasn't as close to the lighter, brighter adolescent, they had grown up together. “Hey,” she spoke softly. “Are you coming back, Junior? Can you bring Mom, too?” At least Atticus wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon.