Ears on the bushes or not, Keystone had food that would likely burn while they waited for Ash to chase down his rabbit/intruder. The searing smoke, birthed of carbonized flesh and yams, would definitely carry farther then a properly cooked chub of forcemeat. It was very nearly done anyway, ambient heat would see it through just perfectly. 

He quickly set the pans of hot food on the rocks around the fire and waited a few seconds for the light sizzle to quiet. Intently, the Pugilist focused his attention to the direction in which Kyra, Lob, and Ash headed.

Keystone risked a glance over to the group comprised of Persephone, Sundos, Sona, and Cremwise, and spoke aloud, [color=darkgoldenrod]"Cremmy, you'd be wise to climb into my double-hammock under the wagon 'till we sort this, right?"[/color] He locked eyes with Persephone for a half-second and nodded. Returned his attentions to the woods, he flexed his hands until he heard the individual phalanges pop in sequence, and assumed a balanced fighter's stance. Without weapons or visible armor, his physicality and fierceness of gaze marked him as the [i]last[/i] person the average stray Orc may want to engage.