a little out of wing

Dandelion snorted in surprise at the sudden explosion of movement and feathers as the young bird flailed, but stood still. It would hardly do for them both to be ratcheting around as though their tails were both on fire. She waited until he had calmed enough to spot her in her shelter, then carefully made her way out - slowly, though with a light clatter of hooves as she stepped through the rocky shelter. "No, of course not," she assured him. "I am a horse, so a grazer, not a carnivore. Though if you happen to have any honey candies I might prove a danger to them," she added laughingly, seeking to put the young thing at ease. "My name is Dandelion. Are you lost?"