Waful had been sitting silently, just staaaring at the new people, his yellow eyes narrow. Huh? What was on? As long as they didn't interrupt his rigorous process of preening, they were welcome. Sure he had been less busier than usual. But still, his feathers were important to be neat. And most beautiful too..
The snowy owl just hooted softly, dropping a feather down. Clean that kids!
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