The little pup looked up at the Snowy owl. Lent realized that she had the most beautiful eyes as an emerald. He wondered why he only knew wolves to be mangy creatures but this owlet looked remarkably handsome like constellation. Lent wilfed a little bit and chuckled at the thought of calling this little wolf an owlet. The little black wolf crawled to the owl and curled up against his talons.
Lent brushed gently with his white wing and nudged her with his beak like a mother. What would the owls think if they saw him with a wolf!
The pup looked thoughtfully at this weird wolf. She didn't know exactly why this wolf was all white and had no muzzle. Plus his voice was more unique than that of a wolf. Didn't this strange wolf have a marrow? She looked closely at the features of this wolf. The paws, she curled up on were more sharper. His white fur was spread out like a pheasant's. The stranger had no front claws and stood up right.
The more closer she got, the more she realized he was not a wolf, but something else. The stranger was kind when he spoke to her. The pup wished he was a wolf so she could get away from the blizzard. She asked," Um...," The stranger's fur began to close in and made him look as if he were a tree," Who and what are you? Just curious."
The stranger's fur became normal again and replied," I am an Rogue Smith owl, miss. The name's Lent." There was a glint in his yellow eyes," And by Glaux! I never knew such a young owlet, like you, can talk!"
The pup whined," I want to get out of here, Lent! It's really t-terr-ifying."
"Hmm...", pondered Lent," Follow every detail I will tell you, understand?" The pup nodded and waited for an order.
" Step back a few lengths", began the owl, the pup obediently pace back a few steps," Now when we prepare for lift off, I need you to not squirm. It will be more hard on me if you did it." The pup nodded.
Lent picked up his bucket with the sharp muzzle and lifted himself of the ground. His talons were outstretched and the pup closed her eyes, until the claws were around her body. The owl flew more and more higher and looked at the pup," The sooner we get to the forge, the better I start searching for coals" Lent turned his head completely around," Are you ok there, little one?"
The black pup felt nauseous and nodded. She looked around at her surroundings and saw specks of light. Lent saw her peeking up at the specks and said," They are stars that form constellations when it is twix time." The owl had two stars in his eyes," The constellation we are heading to is the Great Talons. We owls, follow the stars to find our way to home or where coals are kept."
The pup looked longly at the one constellation "Great Talons". It looked like the shape of an owl and wondered if there were any histories of owls," Lent, are there any stories or histories of the owls?" The owl smiled," Yes, there are many stories of us and the constellations as well."
The pup watched as they soared through the sky and the owl looked up at the Great Talons constellation and explained," The Glaumora is up above the Great Talons." The pup gave him a questioning stare," Alright, the Glaumora is the heavens, but underneath the ground and Glaumora is..." He looked troubled," Is hagsmire." The pup still was troubled of what hagsmire is," Hagsmire...is hell and it's not the safest place for an innocent owl to die."
The pup looked at him thoughtfully of why he was so hesitant on the heaven or hell. Was he remembering death of another owl?
Lent was so caught up in the stories of his grandparents' death. He was not born yet when the king and queen before Nyroc still ruled the Great Tree. Boron had welcomed Soren back then and made him a guardian. Eyzlryb had helped so many times with Soren and Boron. Lent shook his head as if to shake off the memory of his grandfather. It was time for tween time to begin and he knew that he must get back to his forge.
He looked at the Great Talons's edge point. The owl carefully gripped the body of the little wolf. The wings began to spread firmly across the wind. Lent knew very well that his hollow would be safe enough for both of them, during the blizzard.
The Snowy locked his wings in and soared down to the forge. The snow hit his face and the wolf kept still. The bucket in his beak was rattling, but he still kept watch for his hollow. Suddenly a tree appeared and Lent spread his wings out against the turbulence. With one talon on the wolf, he stretched the other one out as if he were catching prey.
Tween time suddenly arrived, he flapped his wings lightly enough to land on the branch, right outside of his hollow. He placed the wolf owlet down and she wagged her tail joyfully," That was awesome! I never had so much fun and horror in my life! I hope you enjoyed it, da!" Suddenly the owl wilfed and the wolf just went on playing.
"Little one," Lent sighed," I think I shall give you a name." The wolf gasped excitedly and he began," I shall name you Stella, a constellation. I have found you by a constellation."
The little black wolf, now named Stella gasped," Found!" She raced through the forge with stamina. Lent chuckled," You're going to wear yourself out. Save some of your energy, when the First Black comes, Stella."
The pup looked rambunctiously at him and asked," Why waste time? It's a glorious morning and a-" Lent flew to his branch.