Deepwood Weald I am a lost boy in Neverland

Oh no.  She could feel the devil on her shoulder, egging her on, and she'd never been great at managing temptation.  He was so proud and carefree... she wanted to frighten him.  Imagine the lark that would be?

"I've not seen any of your kind," she answered honestly, taking another step or two.  Slow, unassuming.  "Nor a bird.  But don't say I didn't warn you."

Then she sprang with a snarl, as if to deliver a bite.  She was eager for it; truthfully she only wanted to scare him, but in reality, she might wrestle him a bit if he tried to stand his ground.  If only because with this momentum, she doubted she could stop.