"..."

"Uh...no. She thinks the big scary metal people are after her nest. Hangon, I'll try and clear up the misunderstanding."

Daimon closes his eyes and starts radiating waves of soothing emotion. Attack? Where? Big grazers don't attack. Wandering people don't attack.

Underneath it all, he gives the golden bird a small but pointed subconscious poke, showing the image of Sundog cowering.

(You just scared your own kid. BAD.)

He continues radiating calm as he sends a thread of consciousness out, looking for the bird's mate.