The Sunspire Owl in heart, Wolf in spirit

The owl enjoyed the late evening air as the sun began to set. Flying among the territory of the Sunspire pack, the honorary member searched for a tree-cavity, anything to get out of the wind and weather of the daytime.

The owl twirled and played with the wind currents, her specialized feathers allowing silent-but-swift flight. As she flew lazily, she kept an eye out for @Ferdie Von Pelt, her best friend, her best wolf, with Nightingale at a close second.

She continued to play with the wind, going against it, with it, crabbing it, even finding those strange pockets of air that allowed her to hover. Once or twice she did a partial loop-de-loops(she still had yet to figure out how to do it outside of stormy weather) before immediately stopping when she felt the drift beginning to pull her into free fall.

Righting herself back up, she circled in search for a nest.