He was all good-he found his way home, unsure whether or not the events of last night had all been some sort of strange dream
It was night when he arrived in the clearing, the moon shining down brightly, and he saw Rowell. He seemed like he was in higher spirits today-he was currently in the process of trying to teach an owl how to waltz, smiling and laughing
"You're lucky you can fly, y'know-you don't have to worry about all these steps-"
The owl, for it's part, looked fairly unamused with Rowell's antics but was putting up with it for his friend's sake.