The spirit had never seen a bird like this. Sure, it had wings, feathers, and a beak, just like every other bird, but it was darker than what was native to the forest, and much larger. The spirit was not accustomed to new experiences like this, and as the dread rushed through her misty features, she saw the immediate solution and grabbed her bow from the dirt where it lay. But as she was about to draw back the string, she stopped. Every other time she killed, it was always like it was ingrained into her that it was the right thing to do. The fear was there, but the spirit acted out of not terror, but some sort of instinct, the kind of thing that would be learned from years of experience, controlling her. This thing circling the treetops was not a human, though, and when she really looked at her reaction, the drawing of the bow was not reflexive, as with a human target, but rather a decision made out of fear. And having control only made things more scary.
Now, she had a decision to make. It was only a bird, yes, but this was a large, scary bird, and it clearly had a reason to descend into the clearing other than simply searching for food. Unless that food was her. The spirit shuddered at the thought, pulling the string back a little, but still, she hesitated to let loose. She never wanted to kill. It was necessary, it had to be done, otherwise why would she do it, but she always wished she could let them be. But for Jennifer's sake, she just couldn't. So that was the question she now asked herself: "Would Jennifer allow this thing into her home?"