raindrops on roses

The strangely colored owl had been flying over head silently as always, working to make his way to a forest after having visited the Glacier. He wanted to allow himself to rest a bit, and to maybe catch a meal on the way, but something stopped him. Keyx's sharp eyes were quick to catch the sight of a bright color, one that reminded him a bit of the fires he'd seen on occasion. The color was as beautiful as ever, and he knew he needed to retrieve some of it to keep for himself. It was only as he flew down closer to the bright color that he realized it was not his for the taking, as it belonged to a very-much-alive fox. Such creatures were often noted as being competitors towards owls, as both species were quick to hunt rodents and other small creatures. As an owlet, he'd been warned to beware them, but the fox appeared to be asleep.

Figuring she wouldn't miss a bit of her fiery fur, the young barn owl landed near her carefully, and hopped towards her cautiously. When he was close enough to stretch out his neck and grab some of her fur between his beak, he hesitantly clamped down on a small clump of it and jerked his head back quickly. Keyx wanted to move as quickly as he could, as there was no doubt that the fox would be rather angry with him once it realized what he was doing.