Skitter. Skitter skitter. It’s time to move. Paws padding across the sand dunes, Ori scampers out from under the log, leaping up into the air and rebounding off the wall, grabbing a pole and flinging himself upward—and then movement. The owl turns its head. Ori freezes, pressed behind a scrap of fabric.
The owl looks away. Skitter skitter. Up and over this time, then leaping across a gap—mere feet from the owl’s head. If it turns around…best not to think about it. Clinging to a crumbling wooden log, Ori stops for a moment. The owl screams, frustrated it can’t find its prey. It nudges the log, to no avail.
Again, it looks away. Ori sprints towards a small cave, a place where the owl can’t follow. It was a ploy though. The owl hears him, turns, takes flight, its talons closing. Ori makes a last desperate dive for the entrance, and finds it. Burrowing into the sand, he pauses, heart racing.