Blackfeather Woods if I had a voice, I would sing

After actually seeing others small and new like him, he'd become interested. Enough so to seek any of them today. He was in luck. Ahead, the girl was staring down. He stopped, watching her watching whatever was down the hole.

The fledgling was about to jump scare her, not really knowing what would happen, when some devil creature flew out. It wasn't a creature like his birds at all. A skeletal one that made him bark in alarm and cower, watching it flutter away as innocent as a butterfly. Not that you'd likely see one within the woods.

When he'd recovered from his momentary panic, he realised the girl was still stoic. Staring. He felt a shiver run down his spine, his hackles raised. What was wrong with her?
"Whatcha doing?" His brows furrowed in concern for the girl. 
He kept his distance of perhaps a few feet. He knew from Tundra that if you were uncertain, keep distance.