Overture Downs what were you expecting?

The bird clacked her beak, her way of muttering to herself, before fluffing out her feathers, which gave her a much rounder appearance for a brief moment. After a good shake, she settled her pale plumage back down, reclaiming her typical sleek silhouette. She was just about to take to the air once more when her sharp ears caught the barest of sounds, and her heart-shaped face snapped quickly to attention.

Her pupils widened suddenly within their blue surrounds as her gaze fell upon the mottled face of a large canine. A wolf! Eeek! So it was true - these lands were home to the mighty creatures. Shriek was both terrified and exhilarated at the same time. Her feathers flattened against her light frame in fear, her pupils swallowing the deep cerulean of her irises. With a single push and a quick flap of her silent wings, she took no chances but went airborne before alighting just a few feet away on the low-hanging branch of a nearby black spruce. Ahhh, much safer!

From her new vantage point, and the security it provided, she allowed her own curiosity to take over. Carefully, the owl shuffled as far to the end of her perch as she dared, never taking her luminous gaze from the wolf for a moment. Then, in a fashion many would likely find comical, she craned her neck toward him, tilting her head 45 degrees to one side, as if asking "Who are you? Friend?"