Reaper was aware of the sensation of being watched, but with this place, he simply kept his guard up. Right now, he was concentrating on the details of his mishap that he had found himself in, lifting one wing and then the other. The markings were familiar and the size was definitely off. Perhaps he hadn't practiced enough to tap into the full dramatic effects of the real La Lechuza.

He gave his wings strong flaps while hopping so he could achieve flight sooner than later. He knew it felt like to be airborne, having jumped out of way too many planes to be sane, but the lift off part took several tries. He managed to glide and even come to perch on a sapling, which struggled to hold his weight.

Keen eyes peered at the trees, and his long vision was much, much sharper in this form. "Caw caw," he said. Not as a bird voice but his usual growling human one. He knew there was someone in the trees.