His head lifted as leaves shifted and branches gave subtle bounces to indicate the movement of something in the trees. He zeroed in on the location, noting the obvious motion of a branch but expecting that this little cat and mouse game meant that the individual in question was heading in a different direction entirely. No one worth their salt would be so meaningful and reckless unless they were certain they had the advantage.

So, he hopped upwards, scaling the tree with flaps of his wings and the press of claws that soon morphed back to booted feet as he regained his more familiar form. He began to ease along the branches, turning to smoke to cross silently as he headed in the direction he suspected his little mouse was at.