The Oak Owls were a race that grew up in the forest.
Every Oak Owl was a born hunter, and their wings carried different wondrous abilities that helped them hunt and live better in the forest.
They worshipped nature and believed in natural selection.
Oak Owls would never fear competition, slaughter, or battle. These things played out every minute and every second in the environment they grew up in.
Northern Oak Owls had especially strong pride. All right, they were also very overbearing.
If you dared refuse a duel for any reason-gender, age, region, or even ties between your elders-then congratulations: that Oak Owl would hunt you to the ends of the earth.
The more irrelevant your reason, the more terrifying the fury you would ignite.
I once angered an Oak Owl this way while searching for a legendary ingredient in the southern Forest Sea. We had a bit of a disagreement, and she challenged me to a duel...
I refused without hesitation.
You would have refused too. She was only eight!!
Perhaps you have seen the Fire Meteors that appear over the Forest Sea in mid-July every year?
At that moment, Fire Meteors blazed in that Little Oak Owl's eyes.
-"Are you humiliating me?!"
That accusation was far too serious. I could only agree to the duel and swiftly defeat her.
The Little Oak Owl, who had been furious just minutes earlier, calmed down. She even thanked me.
Northern Oak Owl logic went like this: losing to the strong was an honor, but having the strong refuse your challenge was a disgrace.
Wonderful logic.
At the time, I was already secretly planning to avoid the northern Forest Sea as much as possible in the future. Redheads really weren't to be messed with.
But Northern Oak Owls were generous. Very