As they leave the village proper, Anne bends down to sniff the trail periodically, noting the creatures that had passed over it earlier in the day. It's all fairly innocuous. Eventually, though, her ears catch a crunch of twigs and now. She stops, raising her head and focusing her ears forward, chest rumbling with a low growl.

They're currently upwind; she tips her head up and sniffs the air but she can't tell what's past in the brush. It could be nothing, maybe a deer, but she doesn't want to chance it, taking a couple steps to place herself in front of Foggy just in case.