Overture Downs what were you expecting?

Swiiiiiiish...

A soft breeze ruffled through the tan grasses of the meadow on the edge of the Jade Fern Grove, now dried and desiccated from the winter's chill. A soft rustling gave away his position - a small, brown-pelted vole was meandering among the stalks for something to fill his famished belly. A seed here, a miscellaneous morsel there. He continued along his path, his tiny ears twitching for the slightest sound, occasionally rearing onto his hind legs to scent the passing wind. All's quiet, all's well.

PLOP!

His world was suddenly dark as he found himself ensnared in a prison of scales and black talons. His situation devolved rapidly from there as a merciless pale beak bore down on him, lifting him into the air before consuming him in a single gulp.

Ahhh... delicious. The female barn owl was pleased with herself. It had only been a few days since she'd wandered into this place, and she found it much to her liking. Prey were plentiful, and there was little around to pester her, save for a few crows that were very displeased with her presence. She'd have to keep an eye out for those mobsters.

Best of all, there were WOLVES here! Wolves! Such curious creatures, yes? Shriek clacked her beak, tilting her head to the side as she thought about them. Their behavior was fascinating, how they hunted as a pack, how they lived in family groups. They were very different from her kind. Maybe she could learn a thing or two about them today.