Despite the sound coming from his right, Reaper was moving along to the left. He thought he had seen something in the trees, a flicker of colour and a flip of some leaves. His sight was keener than his hearing in this form, and the longer he continued in it, the more comfortable he became. Yes, it was a pain not having thumbs - or hands at all - but it still felt like a natural fit.

He extended his wings and glided over to another tree, slipping behind the trunk with little hops but not emerging the other side as usual. No, he was peering about, looking for an appropriate tree south of his location.

And what was a shape-shifting bird to do? Well, shadow step from one tree to another, trying to get in behind wherever his quarry was.