Shadewood wasted with the rhythm, angry at the melody

Her gaze was intense, it anchored him in place and set off an instinctual desire to turn tail and flee. However, especially in his current state, Redshank was in no way fit for fight or flight so he would have to resort to words to placate the wild woman. Despite appearances, she didn't seem like she was going to outright attack him (at least not yet), but the boy knew better than to assume.

He kept his own muscles taut and ready, glancing nervously at the way her spindly tail lashed behind her. Why? He could have given her a long list of reasons, but he was eager to escape the almost oppressive intensity of her scrutinising glare. With a jerk of his head, he gestured to the plateau in the distance. "Not th'friendliest of neighbours," was all he said, before he cut their conversation short with a flick of his tail and turn of his heel, melding back into the darkness of the woods to escape any further questioning from the stranger woman.