Redhawk Caldera Her hardest hue to hold

He looked at the dead owl for a moment, until he felt himself lifted and carted back into the darkness where it was cool and safe. His ear throbbed, and he fussed when his mother cleaned it. He would not settle until sometime later, though the vision of the owl's fearsome beak and talons would taunt him again when he tried to sleep at night. 

The owl wouldn't soon be forgotten- but the lesson wouldn't last long.