Blacktail Deer Plateau Warm winds of summer's wreckage

Ah, yes, just what Tytonidae needs. More hallucinations!

“Colossal...” Ty repeated dreamily, liking the way that particular one sounded. Sheila had been a true giant, though. Ty wondered if she was the kind of giant who could knock down a tree like Mother had talked about when she was younger. She could not recall if those had been wolf giants or another kind of giants. In fact, she was fairly certain her mother hadn't specified.

“No,” replied Ty, sniffing the mushrooms once before abruptly chomping down on two at once and swallowing them. She barely even tasted them. “The burieds were sweeter,” she reported.