Blacktail Deer Plateau the glen

An air of uncertainty was always present around Tytonidae. Every sentence she spoke often sounded a question, and questions were muttered meekly more often than not. Unlike her siblings, she had stayed close to her birthplace, rarely traveling out of it, and even then, not without informing everybody and coming back within five or six days. She was not an explorer or a risk-taker. She liked the comfort of the familiar and her family surrounding her. The latter, of course, had been lacking as of late.

“Maybe?” she half-said, half-asked, “I will go with you, if you want me to.” If there was one thing that could be said of the dusky girl, it was that she was obedient and eager to please. Ty wanted nothing more than for others to like her and be grateful for her.