If there's one thing Knives despises the most, it would be something entering his territory without permission, especially humans.

And as if karma is against him the very day, his blue eyes focus on a target nearby, mouth in a scowl as multiple layers of wings spreading out as he senses an unfamiliar present close by.

In one fell swoop, Knives's talons open and grasp onto the unwelcomed guess, pinning them down to the ground as he stands above with certainty in his eyes. "Who are you?"