Blacktail Deer Plateau Warm winds of summer's wreckage

“Oh, yes!” she replied gleefully, “I would like that very much.” Tytonidae came up beside him to keep pace, always happy to have some good one-on-one with her pops. “I just got back from my journey,” she reported, “I went way, way, way south.” At least, it had felt that way. Tytonidae had never been away from home for more than a few hours, so leaving for a few nights had felt like an eternity. She wondered how far away Junior was now. Or her mother.

“Oh, and I met a bear the other day. I got to eat berries with her.” Tytonidae said this with all the casualness of somebody who was talking about the weather. She knew that nobody believed such stories, but she couldn't help but tell them anyway. On the other hand, her father had met her friends before. Maybe he could meet her bear friend, too!