Cana's hackles were the first to rise, as her senses were more keen than Kieran's could ever be, even if he was in wolf form as well. Then the scent hit him like an awful wave. It was a foul stink, that of some monster who didn't belong in this forest. A monster that needed slaying. Kieran noticeably slowed his pace alongside Cana. A vicious growl rumbled from his throat, trying to indicate to the others that there was trouble nearby, as he could not openly talk to them in this form. Not that he really cared to talk to any of them anyway. Well, not all of them, that is...