Overture Downs what were you expecting?

Shriek brought her wrist, the pointed peak of her wing, to her beak and tapped it lightly there in a contemplative gesture. The wolf had shook his head “no”, whether he understood her inquiry or not. Was he one of those semi-legendary “lone” wolves? Ones without a family group? Curious.

The owl hopped backward once in a startled gesture as the canine moved again, this time assuming a supine position before craning his neck toward her. She stared at him with her body sideways, stock-still for a moment as her mind tried to interpret this new behavior. It seemed Friend was curious, trying to get as much information about her as she was of him.

Carefully, she stepped forward, tilting her head this way and that. Then, slowly, ever-so slowly, she craned her own neck to touch his nose with her beak (boop!) before quickly retracting.

Ah! How exciting! This was truly a momentous occasion! Shriek felt almost smug with satisfaction with how well this was going, her talented feet seeming to do a little dance against the cold earth.