Totoka River silver

Many things could be witnessed if one had the patience. The owl was such a creature, having the endurance to bide their time until more crepuscular hours; oftentimes staying alert at night for easy meals.

It served her belly well, to be watchful. She saw the way the wolf moved and paused. She wondered what it saw, and herself witnessed very little. The water may have held a secret.

Spreading her wings, she silently lofted up and over, flashing pale behind the shadow. As she landed with a tight grip across a branch, she spied below - curious.