TwiliShewolf

The sun starts to set over the quiet wooded vale, its warm amber rays softly sifting through the trees as they give way to nighttime shadows. Shades of red and orange, yellows and browns, can be seen in the grasses below, as well as the deciduous trees in the distance. Maples and sycamores, apples and birches, all lovely and fiery in their autumn dress. There's a nip in the air; the breeze teases of what is to come as the season soon comes to a close. Winter is almost here, but for now, they have Fall. A beauteous soil Tyto, her underwings bedecked with paint, seems to almost float gracefully as she surveys this new area. Intaglio looks down