"hmmm," Isyle said to herself and flapped her wings,flying to the sky and flew into clouds. She looked down,Sanga was a dot,She closed her eyes and dove,her eyes opened and she felt a rush of power as she slowly unfurled her wings. Then POOF! She floated slowely around looking for a mouse.
What looked like a big, fluffy, angry teddy bear sat alone on the ground next to a burrow and screeched, the wind carrying his voice across the mountain and stirring through his gray, black-grizzled down.
He squealed and squealed, then he cowered and hid in the burrow behind him when he saw another owl, Sanga. He peered his head out and circled his head around, with three other, smaller heads peering out and doing the same, all timidly gazing up at Sanga and shivering from the bitter cold and fear.
Two of the littler ones shoved another out of the burrow to investigate. He sat on his hocks and stared up at Sanga, cocking his head. Out of curiousity of what would happen, he cooed softly, "Hoo-hoo!"
"Mama?" he hooted, then started flapping his tiny wings. He rose but a mere inch from the ground and just stirred up dust as he frantically flapped. The three other chicks all stared curiously up at Sanga from the safety of their burrow.