Here's The Clincher, This Should Be You

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[atrb=background,http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p30/shadowolfdemon/TopAndBottom.jpg] Wingbeat after wingbeat the pair had flown, and Strix Streiter would have liked to fly even faster, but the young Tyto behind him was still learning. In frustration, he'd taught her a few tricks on riding the wind, but it hardly helped make headway to where they were headed: Tyto Forest. Streiter had his doubts about this owlet, but he'd made the trip out here, so it was his responsibility to protect her if need be. Surely, there would be Pure Ones in Tyto Forest just waiting to recruit someone young and innocent like Faylne. If there's one thing that I hate as much as those Saint Ageleous bastards, it's these Pure Ones. They can burn in Hagsmire! the spotted owl roared in his mind. At last though, the kingdom of Tyto was in view, and it was no longer his turn to lead. Signaling with his tailfeathers that he was going to do a steep port turn and land on one of the trees, he hoped Faylne would follow. It would seem she had learned rather quickly how to pick up on Streiter's wordless cues, because she did follow and landed rather smoothly next to him. He nodded to her, slightly impressed at her improvement of skill before saying, "We're in Tyto Forest now. I'll follow you, since this is your home. But it is up to you if you'd like to continue tonight. There's a hallow in this tree if you are too tired to do more flying."