Overture Downs what were you expecting?

Shriek was certainly no canine, but she was pretty sure that a waggling tail was a form of a universal greeting. Her excitable little heart was even more aquiver when the wolf returned her waving gesture. Success! Oh, this was positively more than she could have hoped for. Perhaps one day her insatiable thirst for knowledge would get be the end of her, but… YOLO.

Deciding to chance it, the owl opened her wings and allowed gravity to pull her gently back to earth. She neatly folded them back against her body, gave herself another gentle shake, and craned her neck as the wolf spoke again. A little pang settled in her chest… how odd. It seemed she felt some sorrow at not being able to speak directly to him, not from a purely clinical perspective, but because he seemed quite kind. She still didn’t know his name, so… she decided she’d just call him “Friend.” Yes, that would do.

Mustering her courage, she walked a few steps closer. When she was virtually right below him, she looked up, studying him up close with her inquisitive eyes. He was quite a sight to behold up close! After a few moments, her mind registered that staring endlessly was probably considered rude at best, a threat at worst, and clacked her beak in apology, “Whoops, sorry…” Craning her neck to the side to glance in the direction he came from, she used the wrist of one wing to point that way. She then held her wings slightly out and lifted them up a bit, similar in manner to a human shrugging with upturned palms - a question. Do you live over there?