Aneiko was feeling slightly alarmed now. he had neither expected defiance, nor expected to miss. he just hoped the tough guy act held up as his ever drawn bow string tugged at his arm uncomfortably. "what race are you?" he called, keeping one eye on the bird, the thought of it's vicious talons on flesh not appealing to him in the slightest. it was at this point that aneiko wished people were less travelled. he'd thought his forest was remote, but he'd also thought he would be used to this by now, as people more often than not stumbled upon it. he shifted back into focus, not liking this one bit.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>