Honeyed Pasture d r i f

Young Silktail tumbled out of the den with nary a care in the world, promptly tripping over her own feet and tumbling down the slight slope. She rolled to a stop and sat up, blinking owlishly. Speaking of owls, her head twisted almost 360° as she took in the big ole world for the very first time.

Green grasses swayed as far as the eye could see. From her tiny point of view, they brushed against a vast blue sky vaulting endlessly overhead. Silktail craned her neck so far back, she toppled over backward. With a grunt, she flipped onto her side, pushing up on her elbow and righting herself again.

She continued gawping at everything but somehow missed the shadow that flitted across the pasture. Eventually, she climbed onto her feet and turned to face the den, opening her mouth to call out to @Waxwing to come outside and play with her.

Before she could make a sound, the air around her darkened as an eagle swooped down with talons outstretched.

@Gunnar