[Deep in the Woods]

Kestrel tensed up as Atreyu's grip tightened around her, a shiver running down her spine. His laugh, his voice, all seemed to be in a tone that wasn't menacing yet somehow managed to carry the hint of some threat, something she misjudged. As he continued to talk, leaning ever closer to her in such a way that his hot breath brushed over her neck, she came to realise she had been much too quick in coming to her conclusion. And much too slow in catching the rabbits.

In a sudden movement the young birdgirl finds herself thrown over the werewolves shoulder with a yell. She squirmed about in his grip, protesting loudly to the sudden undignified turn of events. "Hey! Atreyu! P-put me down, this isn't funny! Oi, I said put me down! I could keep up with you on foot, this, t-this is humiliating!