The moonlight coated the world in a ghostly glow and the creatures of the night took control over the environment. One of which glided silently through the trees, her dark feathers causing her to disappear against the canopy. Even the dapples of moonlight that broke through seemed to become engulfed by her dark form. This was her world, her element. Even if she was a stranger in a strange land, night was still the same, and the moon welcomed her in its cool embrace.
Suddenly, a flash of bright on the forest floor caught her perceptive gaze. Patton landed gently on a high limb and gazed down. A white fox? Well that wasn't entirely impossible, but it was followed by two red ones. The young owl knew that foxes were solitary creatures. Why on earth were they traveling together? Not only that, but they weren't nearly as silent as foxes usually were. They were traipsing through the underbrush, stirring up numerous rodents, reptiles, and other creatures of the undergrowth. And oddly enough it didn't look like they were hunting. Were they that well fed? Well she certainly wasn't. As a vole was stirred out of it's hiding spot, Patton swooped down, following it a short distance from the wolves before striking, carrying the small creature up to a limb of a tree on the edge of a clearing.
As the owl began to tear into her meal, she kept an eye on the foxes. As they entered the clearing, the white one stopped and the other two walked opposite of it, facing back to the white one. What kind of fuckery was this? Leaving her half eaten meal under her claw, her attention turned fulling to the trio of foxes as the two red ones wandered off. This was far to unusual to not pay attention to.
Suddenly, a flash of bright on the forest floor caught her perceptive gaze. Patton landed gently on a high limb and gazed down. A white fox? Well that wasn't entirely impossible, but it was followed by two red ones. The young owl knew that foxes were solitary creatures. Why on earth were they traveling together? Not only that, but they weren't nearly as silent as foxes usually were. They were traipsing through the underbrush, stirring up numerous rodents, reptiles, and other creatures of the undergrowth. And oddly enough it didn't look like they were hunting. Were they that well fed? Well she certainly wasn't. As a vole was stirred out of it's hiding spot, Patton swooped down, following it a short distance from the wolves before striking, carrying the small creature up to a limb of a tree on the edge of a clearing.
As the owl began to tear into her meal, she kept an eye on the foxes. As they entered the clearing, the white one stopped and the other two walked opposite of it, facing back to the white one. What kind of fuckery was this? Leaving her half eaten meal under her claw, her attention turned fulling to the trio of foxes as the two red ones wandered off. This was far to unusual to not pay attention to.
