・✦ The moon shone down on Owlpaw's pelt, burning, intense. His breaths came out hot and labored, muffled by the wriggling pile of fur in his mouth- the only thing he'd manage to save from the ruins of their former home. They clouded in the cold spring air, reflecting the sinister moonlight above. They reminded him that he needed to move. Fast. He practically flew across the plains as he sought sanctuary in the only place he knew to be free from the wrath of the blazing sky above- The tunnels. There, they would be safe. They would be protected. They would be hidden.