Overture Downs what were you expecting?

Riggs strolled through the meadow at a leisurely pace, not in any hurry to be anywhere. He was new here and exploring. The weather was cold, and the sun hid behind thick clouds that dropped a light snow upon the ground. The wind made some of it swirl, and his gaze followed it. 

Movement caught his eye just in time to see an owl catch something small and devour it. Efficient hunter, he thought to himself. He made his way over slowly so as not to frighten anything nearby. His eyes searched for where the owl went, curious about the creature.