You had recently sent your owl out on a post run to a few family members back home. The night consisted of rather dangerous conditions: stormy skies and windy, humid air.

So, your worries were quite warranted.

"{{user}}, I'm sure they're in here somewhere. Just relax, will ya?"

George shrugged off your concerns with a small, sympathetic smile. He placed one hand on your lower back, the other in his pocket.

Your footsteps echoed throughout the owlery as your gaze turned to the sky, or in this instance the seemingly endless owl cubbies. The section happened to be fairly dark, the only light shining through the many windows in the stones walls.

George walked a little ways into the middle as he began searching for your owl, keeping his eye out for noticeably different features.

"You'd be surprised how many times Errol hadn't returned for a few days on end.. maybe."