We laugh at their banter, but if I could I would just shift and run away. I stroke Achilles’ back as he relaxes on my lap, I love having him near me. If I could go back in time and tell the nine year old version of myself that I will have my own owl I would probably scream. I have been obsessed with owls for as long as I can remember. A few times I noticed that he would follow me throughout the night when I was a wolf. We are both fully black, which is a great combination.