08-02-2022, 08:30 PM
With wings stretched wide and and beating, Ookpik soared over the “Tooth-Mountain”, wolf-scent fresh. He'd been observing them with an amber gaze, squinted and tracking their movements.
Their figures where slim and petite among the snow, but one stood out; His fur was black as night, clearly leader, and he was most often accompanied by a white one who seemingly had a pup. Ookpik wasn't sure he'd enjoy a little chaotic fur-ball in his tundra, but he managed to grow used to the other one.
He swooped low to the fangs, talons grasping for a mouse that lay idly among the crevices. Silly creature. The owl caught it within a matter of seconds, the rodent hanging limply between his claws as he veered towards a mountain ledge where he'd made his nest.
It was comfortable and mossy, full of soft snow and decorated with a few tundra flowers. It was nice, and it was home. Was this how the canines felt? Perhaps. Ever curious was Ookpik.
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