Having come to the conclusion that desperate times called for desperate measures, Grey Feather had decided to simply be as scary as he could, and add a few things into the bargain. He was already as scared as he could get, and being backed into a corner tended to make him more angry than not, besides, he was tired of being scared... And if that dog got any closer he'd be its lunch for sure!
Flinching away from the bared fangs and snapping jaws, the young kinta lashed out with a forepaw, claws fully extended and landed a blow on the end of the creature's muzzle. With a yelp, the dog backed away, giving Grey Feather the second he needed to take a deep breath, think of the scariest image he could and jump forward. As he did, he bared his teeth, opened his wings as far as he could in the small space and sent the image of a very large, very angry tunnel worm. It was worth the try if they got confused from the double pictures they were getting. And it was working too, the dogs were backing away, their growls becoming lower, more defensive than aggressive and... And....
Oof! With a startled squawk, Grey Feather toppled forward, victim to his own momentum and something that had miraculously appeared behind him from out of a solid wall. His jaw hit the ground with a hard thud and he stayed as he was for a moment, dazed by this strange turn of events, that, and the hard smack he'd just gotten from gravity. Pulling himself together, Grey Feather sat up slowly, shaking his head and untangling his limbs from their disarray. When he could sit still without swaying, he blinked a few times, then took a quick analysis of his situation. Nothing bad had happened to him yet, those big dogs were gone, thank the stars, and whoever had come up behind him didn't seem intent on hurting him. But who, or what, had?
Raising himself up on his hindlegs, the kinta stretched his back and spun slowly around, shuffling so as not to overbalance his recuperating equilibrium. What he saw was a little surprising, but less frightening than the dogs, for all she didn't have sharp teeth. Grey Feather dropped back to all fours, stretching out his short neck to sniff at the human before him. His glowing eyes lit her well, and cast dark shadows at the wall behind her, but she didn't seem dangerous, in fact, she appeared to be frightened of him. He snorted at such a thought, then backed carefully away until he could see most of her without having to crane his neck backwards too much and sat again, curling his tail up over his paws and settling his grey wings more comfortably against his back. Then he chirped enquiringly and tilted his head. What to do now?