[Rob-hin]

An hour went by, though for Casan it felt like just a few minutes. “I’ll continue my search for the beast tomorrow; it isn’t safe out there at night, not with that creature around.”
After locking himself in completely, Casan started searching through his books. Comparing dozens of claw prints with the ones he found outside. He had a great collection of books with practically all living animals in it.

“Nothing! I can’t find a print that matches the ones outside! How is this possible?” His shouting woke up the owl, which had finally fallen asleep.
“I’m sorry Lucky, it’s just frustrating…” Casan opened a small cupboard, pulled out an old bottle and filled a glass.

Sitting by the fireplace with Lucky on his own branch, Casan finally calmed down. It was getting later and later and Casan was getting tired. His mind started wondering, from the beast to history long gone.
He thought about when Casan was just a little boy, playing in these very same woods. It was spring and life was returning to the forest. Young dears playing, birds singing, he was impressed. He sat there for hours, watching and listening to every animal in the forest. He could feel the essence of every living being.
Suddenly, he heard a sound, a sound of fear and sorrow. Slowly he walked towards its origin.
It was a small bird, a little black owl fallen from its nest. Casan would put it up and place it back in its nest, but he knew it wouldn’t survive. It would smell like a human and it would be kicked out of the nest once again.
So he took it home with him. “You are lucky I came by when I did.” he said to the frightened little bird, so I’ll call you Lucky.

Then he fell vast asleep.