Her eyes shot open at his voice. He was close way too close. Trying to scurry backwards only to hit her back between her wings on the tree she bite her tongue to keep from crying out. She had been found, but maybe if she did go out she could out fly him, he was bigger than her so it would take more force for take off. So with a deep breath and a thousand prayers to the heavens she found her feet beneath her and squeezed back out of her hiding place, head low shoulders up, she couldn't hide fear, never had been good at hiding anything really so it shouldn't have been a surprise that he had found her so easily. Looking up to his eyes she realized why. They reminded her of a hawk, seeing a field mouse from the sky made finding her a piece of cake in the little clearing.<br/><br/>Mentally she kicked herself for letting her mind wander so far that she hadn't noticed him sooner, and now he had to think her an idiot. Standing with her back to the tree line and the posture of a coward she glanced at the normal take off path she had used and realized there  was one major thing wrong with her escape plan. He was standing on her run way for a quick escape. A jumping take off would give someone with his size an advantage to stop her so quietly she kept her distance.<br/><br/>Her wing twitched and she realized her plan would have failed either way, her left wing was partially numb from hitting the nerve on the tree a minute earlier. "What do you want?" She asked not sure how to know if someone was lying about good or bad intentions. Part of her made a mental note to ask for a psychology book when she got home, if she got home.