He's used to babies and impulsive Arbora interrupting, it's okay. "The predator was a big flightless bird. It was as tall as...." He looks around, then points at a hole in the cliffside. "As that cave, there, with a sharp beak. It thought Moon would make a good snack, and the villagers did magic on him so that he couldn't change forms, so he was stuck looking like you and me-- no claws, no wings, no fangs, and the villagers didn't leave him any weapons, of course. He would have gotten eaten... if I hadn't been watching and swooped in to toss the bird into the trees and scoop him up."