Honeyed Pasture trifolium fragiferum

A strange sound parted Tytonidae from her thoughts. It took her a moment to connect the sound to the wolf she saw now—a dark creature like herself. He was gaunt, jagged, and angled in ways Ty wouldn't have thought entirely healthy. But who was she to judge? She was starved for company, and he would do.

Hello there, she said. I'm Tytonidae. Are you from around here? Perhaps this could be her "in" to a nearby pack.