To Baree he seemed all head and eyes.

He could see no body at all.

Kazan had never brought in anything like this, and for a full half-minute he remained very quiet, eying it speculatively.

Papayuchisew did not move a feather.

But as Baree advanced, a cautious step at a time, the bird's eyes grew bigger and the feathers about his head ruffled up as if stirred by a puff of wind.
He came of a fighting family, this little Papayuchisew--a savage, fearless, and killing family--and even Kazan would have taken note of those ruffling feathers.
With a space of two feet between them, the pup and the owlet eyed each other.