The awkward moment when you are eagerly awaited at home so that the window can open, and they can go for a walk.
In reality, Murloc always rejoices and greets me, and Yoll sits quietly playing with rags or chewing on bear ears before I appear.
She doesn’t start to ask for the street right away, but after talking and realising that there is no business left in the room. And interestingly, although owls are considered stupid, Yoll clearly knows the process for letting her out of the window: she understands that I have to fasten her, so she does not interfere with this and waits, then specially goes around the window shutter to exit. Her squeaks express impatience, she wants to hurry up, but she does not try to go out until I have fastened her.
Well, Murloc is waiting for the owl to leave, and hurries after him.