The moon was full and the night was fresh, for the most part of the night we'd spent in waiting now the thunderous noise of growls, hisses, and snarls made their way across the valley. From our point of view, high above In the distant trees hidden beneath its shadows we could see them clearly. We could smell the blood decay.

I could see everything from here, the feeling of the wind rippling through my feathers as my eyes adjusted to the movements down below. When I turn into an owl somehow everything felt clearer I could see everything, I could hear everything. I look down surveying everything, finding out...