Sun Mote Copse He said I'm fabulously rich

Bornco did not hear the owl as it swooped by overhead, its wingbeats as silent as falling snow. He looked up when he saw its shadow sprint past him, rising up into the air to meet with the creature, both bright and pale, as it landed upon a branch and watched him with a gaze that was hard to read. Its beak was hooked, and there was a quietness about the bird that made Bronco know, in an instant, that this was a predator- likely a top one, in the world of birds. He huffed quietly, impressed. He'd only seen owls on occasion- it felt odd to see one that seemed to come and watch him. 

He dipped into a play bow, and huffed a quiet bark at the owl, still craning up as he looked at it. He'd been told stories about X, the red-tailed hawk that Towhee had helped heal and gentle, who had helped her on numerous occasions in return. He adored the idea of having somewhat of an avian familiar- though he had no idea how to go about taming one. He waved his tail to show that he was friendly, though he hardly expected the creature might come any closer to him that it was now.