 49% Dalmatian | | 51% Human
Damon walked into the owlery looking around he called for Sylvia. He smiled as his owl landed on his wrist, hooting happily at seeing her owner. He handed her a treat and then a letter, going home to his father as always, “Get him to write something back and I’ll give you a few more treats.” He chuckled as she grew more excited. She always seemed to know what he was saying even though he knew she probably didn’t. He watched her take off again and sighed. How long would it take her to get the letter to his father? |