Look What I Can Do

Scarlett licked his muzzle with her pink tongue. This owl was talking a lot. Somehow Scarlett decided that she liked it. Her tail wagged gently and studied the dark faced owl before her. Her red eyes had some curiosity in them. "I can't deny that," she admitted. "Although I still have to find out you fit that label," she teased him a bit. Her tone was obvious that she was just joking. She wouldn't want to offend the owl. "A.. navigator? Parliaments?," she questioned. The owl was probably more knowledgable than her. She didn't know these words. "We call it being a Naturalist," she returned. Slowly Scarlett understood why the male owl was doing this. He was finding a mate for himself. Awww super cute! Scarlett's tail wagged more. "Aw, you are looking for a female owl!," she hummed, grinning a bit.

The pale wolf looked at the creature before her and then nodded. "We eat rabbits too and voles like you do,' she pointed out. "But with a group we hunt deer, elk, boar, bighorn sheep and bison." Scarlett almost felt a bit proud for saying that. Not that their hunts succeed. Her ears flattened when the owl screeched. That was not a nice sound to hear. "We get our nutrients from meat." The light female frowned when the owl asked to sit on her back. Her red eyes fell onto him. "Well.. As long as your claws don't hurt me I guess I am okay with that," she eventually spoke. Maybe this bird could help her hunt. "But I am not a horse. Just so you know."