Chimney

Tiny little baby? Tytonidae wondered if she could even remember back that far. She liked to think that she had a pretty good memory. Although she could remember her father mentioning Osprey on various occasions, she could not say that she remembered her aunt specifically. Blue had always been here, along with Atticus, but aside from that, she hadn't really known any other aunts or uncles. Did Fox fall into that category? She was Dad's special friend. Did that mean that Lasher also fell into that category? This whole family business was extremely confusing, so she shut her brain down before it overheated.

Talking about herself. Hm, that was always more difficult for Tytonidae than it had been for her sibling and cousins. At least now she had something she was working toward, which tended to be a reasonable conversation starter. “I think I’m gonna be a gamekeeper,” she announced softly, “Dad said it would be good.” Tytonidae was pretty sure it was the right thing to do, so she had begun to learn more about how to track the herd, what other things wolves could eat, and so on. “Are you a gamekeeper?” she asked. If so, perhaps she could learn a little something from her aunt.