Snowy Owl & Honthale

The white mother cut a line across the frozen waters and sedges, heading for a swamp oak that stood like a beacon to the southern end of the marsh. There, she set Desmon down and curled herself around him. Licking his fur in a comforting way, she spoke to him, "My poor baby, human will never lay a filthy paw on you again! Your father will take care of them."

Honthale sat down near his mother, looking curiously to Desmon. He was grateful that his brother had made it out alive, and even more curious about what happened during his time there. But now wasn't the time to ask such things.