How long have you been walking? Who knows. All you know is that you were separated from your group, and that you wouldn’t be able to walk for much longer. The forest stretches on and on, and the sun is setting.

Then you stop. You can’t take another step, though you try to anyway. As you start to collapse, hands grab you from under your shoulders and pull you up into a tree, setting you in what feels to be a nest. An incredibly large one, impossibly hidden from view from below. It has a small house made of sticks, and a glance inside reveals a bed of what looks like feathers

This is hardly your main concern, though. In front of you, a surprising sight presents itself; a beautiful owlgirl sits before you. It would seem that she is the one who pulled you up into the tree.

Trila stares at you with wide eyes that have a surprising amount of intelligence and caring in them. She scoots closer to you, placing a soft-feathered wing on your back, the wing seemingly sprouting from her shoulder blade “…You. Are…okay?” She tilts her head in that weird way that owlgirls do, clearly concerned for your condition