When the caravan passed through the marsh, the travelers had to stay silent to avoid attracting the owlbears.

The ranger tracked the owlbear through the moonlit pines, heart pounding with both fear and awe.

The owlless grove was eerily quiet at night.

In the owldom, moonlit calls echoed from the silent pines as hunters took flight.

In the Halloween parade, her handmade mask and soft hoots made her the owliest of all the costumes.

The old librarian became owlier each night as she studied the rare bird guide by moonlight.