Overture Downs what were you expecting?

It was sudden to Riggs when the owl spread her wings and floated down to the ground. He retreated a few steps slowly, just in case. While the meeting had gone well thus far, he still wanted to make sure he kept his eyes in his head. 

Thankfully, he wasn't attacked, and he set his rear back on the ground. He wasn't nervous when she shook her feathers this time, coming to learn it might be something that she did to just get comfortable. 

The owl walked forward, and Riggs held his ground. He couldn't fathom she would attack him from this angle, not when she had all the advantage up on the limb. Plus, he was at a better advantage to attack her here. Not that he was going to do. By her coming down to his level, she was showing trust that she wouldn't get attack. Riggs wouldn't disappoint her. 

It didn't occur to him to think of her watching him as rude. They were different creatures, trying to interact. Had she been another wolf staring into his eyes, it might have been different. But, as far as he knew, in the owl's world, making steady eye contact like that wasn't a threat. 

His tail wagged softly when she clacked her beak, though he didn't know what she was saying. His eyes followed where her wing pointed, and he tried to figure out what it meant. Was she asking if more wolves were coming? If there was danger there? If his pack was there? Well, he wasn't sure, but to those questions, there was only one answer. He turned his gaze back to the owl before him and shook his head side to side, hoping she would understand the negative answer. 

Not having been this close to an avian before, at least not one that wasn't try to steal his food, he couldn't help but be curious. Slowly, he went down to his belly and then extended his neck out towards her. His nose worked overtime to take in her scent in the air as he watched closely for her reaction. If she didn't like him getting closer, he would retreat quickly.