What were they staring at it like they had never seen a bowtruckle before, hmm? It didn't know which was more offensive: them trying to chop its home down or the fact that they needed a textbook to identify it.

It's little arms both went up, almost like fists, in a "come at me, bro" fashion. It chirped at them, taunting. If they wanted to fight, it was born ready. Protecting its tree was its duty, especially when there were little bowtruckles inside to keep warm from the chill of winter.

The bigger girl started speaking to it. Whatever she was saying, the bowtruckle took it as a threat. It started inching toward her, ready to attack.

Or not.

They were leaving? The little creature just stood there, befuddled. But then it chirped after them before crawling back into the tree. Serves you right! If any of the bowtruckles asked, it was going to tell them a long tale of battle and how it showed those humans who was boss.