Rosewater Oasis Concrete colony

He watched the skies, as he knew the vulture typically descended from above. But it was two large, round eyes that watched him, belonging to one of the smaller kinds of owls he knew- the sort who made its home underground, curiously enough. He didn't imagine he would be very interesting to the creature, though it continued to watch him, its severe mien slightly off-putting. It was just the way birds looked, he told himself. 

He glanced to the skies as the peachy hue of dawn had begun to fade, soon to be replaced with cerulean. he looked back at the owl. "Up a bit late for an owl, aren't you?" He asked, though he had no idea whether the bird was nocturnal, nor was he even certain that it could understand him.