Soren and Gylfie woke up just after sunset and got to a mixed-tree forest. they ran into some tytos wearing the metal masks of the pure ones, so Soren quickly dispatched them. since the had spent the last night in a pine tree, they decided to get the smell out of their beaks and they found a hollow in a birch tree overlooking a lake. This night, Soren caught a large mouse for the both of them because he couldn't find much else.

Gylfie was much more of her usual self today, but Soren still knew that she needed to talk about something, so after dinner, he asked her if she wanted to talk some more.

"Ok, but i'm not going to say any names" Gylfie said, trying to keep her feelings a secret.

"That's fine, Gylf. I just think that you'll feel better after talking a bit more."

Gylfie was reminded of one of the reasons she loved him - he was so kind and caring.

"So, How long have you known this owl?"

"since we found the guardians, almost" she lied, showing no signs of it.

"Also, another thing that i overlooked last night, I didn't know there were any elf owls at the tree besides you."

"as far as i know, there aren't." she said, looking sad.

"so what species is he?"

"i don't want to say. You would find out if i told you because there are only so many new female owls coming into the tree, and he has found one that i think he is in love with" she said, tears starting to come down from her eyes.

"Don't cry, Gylf." he said, hugging her with his wing. "if you don't want to talk anymore tonight, you don't have to." he said.

"No, i want to keep talking."

"Ok. Just tell me if you want to stop."

"Thanks, Soren. I can always count on you." she said, hugging him back with her wing.

"I have been thinking about him almost nonstop for a few weeks now. I know that I want to be with him, but he might have found someone he wants to be with who is the same species. Why would anyone take me over some beautiful owl of their own species?"

"Gylf, don't worry about your species and theirs. Just be yourself. You're smart, loyal, beautiful, and the best friend i have ever had."

"but what if they don't want that? What if they just want someone who is pretty and who can mate with them?"

"Then they don't deserve to have you crying over them. they deserve to be thrown into a forest fire and told to fly for their lives."

"I love talking to you, Soren." she said, snuggling up to him. "Do you mind if we sleep together like we did last Day? it makes me feel safe."

"of course, Gylf."

And then they drifted off to sleep. That Day, Gylfie dreamed about being thrown into a forest fire and being told to fly for her life, but never being able to fly up out of the flames. When the flames caught up to her she woke up and was panicking until she realized that she was safe within Soren's wings. She drifted off again, smiling.