Dren was sat in the barn, on the rafters. Why that was is anyone's best guess. The hybrid creatures dark eyes move when she hears movement. Though Dren's first instinct is to attack, she doesn't. Not yet anyway.

She let out a clicking screech sound that was soft, it would be heard, be creepy even, but she stayed on the rafter. Her tail, with its regenerating stinger, swayed behind her. Her large dark eyes catch a shadow but no sight of a person. Dren moves soundlessly, flaring her wings a bit that came from her arms and parts of her back.

"....?"

She moved closer, preparing to dive for whoever entered.