Reaper turned his head at the whistle even as he burst forward into the air in an combination of feathers and smoke, twisting about as he took to the wing and somehow also managed to grow in size. When he came to land on a thick tree branch a few meters from where the sound originated, he was the size of a small child.

Keen eyes looked into the trees but saw no source. He began to hop along the branches - some of them creaking his position - as he searched. Black smoke curled as he made his way along, looking for the source, suspecting with whom it might be by the sound of it.

"Few places to hide that I won't find you."