Fallon walked or trotted all day conserving energy for if and when she might need it later, she slowed to rest at dusk in a heavily wooded area, sat and listened for anything at all that could indicate they were in trouble, or this was not a safe place to rest.
Her ears were pricked up, and her nose was tilted up to catch the breeze that was blowing past them. She was listening for anything at all, voices, paws on the ground. The sound of birds or wildlife scattering for no discernible reason, indicating something was stalking out there all stealthily or there was a predator of some sort out there in the woods.
Specifically, though, she was scenting for that very distinct scent of rogues that would come in the breeze, had a kind of rotten mangy smell. Most of the creatures didn’t look af
