Whistled Distraction: Fantasy

The shrill whistle brought him out of his reverie. He straightened in his tree and scanned the plains that stretched out before him for a sign of the whistler. He saw nothing, and he frowned. It hadn't seemed that far away, and the grass was not that tall yet, but he saw nothing. He should have seen any intruder instantly; he had trained for a long six months before he was assigned sentry duty. He could spot a lizard crawling up a wall across the village. He could spot a hawk circling into the sun. He could see the ants coming for the corpse of a dead rat before they were even out of their anthill. He should have been able to see at least the disturbance of the grasses, but he saw nothing. He squinted. When an arm wrapped around--

Inspiration: teakettle
Story Potential: High potential. Wouldn't have said so until I wrote the notes, though.
Notes: Girl, cute, training in some sort of whistle/sound-techniques that can have really cool results. Maybe her distracting him means that he actually *does* miss some sort of intruder? Leading to them being banned and having to make their way in a strange world? Hmm.