Bring On The Wonder

The stuck out tongue when he climbs the tree is not lost on Meadow and she crinkles her face in a, ‘don’t argue with me’ look that holds nothing but unvoiced mirth in it. Still, she gives him a small shake of her head and a smile as he hunkers down to show her he is being careful.

After the owl arrives, she watches with astonishment from afar. Head tilts slightly as it appears like Mortis talks to the bird. She cannot hear what he says but after a moment, the owl turns its head to look at her. Gazing into its deep orange eyes filled with such intelligence, Meadow finds the wind rush out of her lungs in a breathless, “Wow.” After a moment, the owl turns its head back to Mort and dips its body in acknowledgement of his words.

Wings spread as it flies off the branch to glide down to Meadow and land in front of her. The small wolf’s eyes grow even wider as it closes it wings and looks up at her. Glancing up at Mortis she says, “He… he came down to me.” before almost stumbling backward as the owl dips its head in agreement. Looking at the creature very intently she asks the bright-eyed owl, “Do you… understand me?” and squeals in delight as it once more nods its understanding.

So happy, is Meadow, that she almost dances in place as she tells Mortis, “He understands me Mort! I have never met an owl like him before!! Well, to be honest, I have never met an owl before. Do you think I can keep him? Either way, he needs a name. What should we call him Mortis?” Glancing from the owl to Mort and back, she ponders names as the owl looks calmly at her. Eyes blink slowly as he awaits to have a name bestowed upon him.



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