Blackfeather Woods if I had a voice, I would sing

His head tilted slightly, showing just a glint of his teeth to say I bite too.
He wasn't about to be outcompeted by some lesser being. His Mother was a warrior, he didn't even know where this girl came from. For all he knew, she had wandered in -- if it weren't for the scent on her that Tundra had pointed out.

He almost winced at what she described. One of his friends was eaten by some common rodent. He should ask Maegi on what to do, he'd seen her do things with dead animals that weren't eating.
"Strange."
But a bargain was a bargain, even if she'd lied -- unbeknown to him.
"My secret is I can control the birds." 
It was his own half-truth. He was getting there. He could act a certain way and they would respond how he wanted them to. All he had to do was learn how to make their noises; if such a thing were possible. But he could make them come to him in flocks and follow him and fly to a certain place. 
He wanted them to land on him though, that would be cool.