T.R.E.A.T

It was obvious now that no amount of attractive feather fluffing nor staring would reward the eagle owl their just dessert, which meant that there was little reason to stick around here. Hooting indignantly at the empty hand being presented to him once again, Herjenmie stretched their wings out to either side nice and wide. No kinks to be felt, it was time to make like a feather and leave.

Fare the well, muddy messy human. May you have treats ready for the next delivery.

Up up and away!