The Sentinels the one that fathers the witch

As he picked the morsel he had captured clean, he felt the eyes of another. The owl had finished his small meal, and returned the look with bright yellow eyes. He had survived for so long by keeping away from creatures such as these, except in the matter of finding an apprentice... but no doubt, this man would kill him if the other thought him prey, as that was the way of things. And yet he was proud and self-assured at present, and felt that his life would go on perhaps for some years more with the prize that he had found. The true lady of the forest, with nothing but the woods and its power in her eyes. He remained in his tree, but looked down upon the man with warmth. Who is it, that fathers the pale she-cub? Came his deep voice; for he would reveal to no stranger that the babe was a witch, lest they revolt in fear and kill her, as he had seen done many times before.