It was pretty harsh weather to be chopping
wood, but they needed the fuel to warm the house during the
unexpected spring blizzards.
Looking back, Freya was amazed
she'd heard the pitiful hoot over the howling wind. Even more amazed
she'd spotted the small fledgling snow owl being blown with swirls of
snow into the drifts.
Bundling the little creature inside her
fur coat, she promised him that she would try and help him find his
family when the snow cleared. The baby owl blinked at her, slow and
uneven, before giving a pleased hoot.
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