"Monty!? wha-?" Rarity lifted her head high, flaring her nose while sniffing at the air, trying to identify the odd smell. Rarity noticed how deathly silent the area around her was, and the wind had died down to nothing. She stood with wide eyes, and swiveling her head and ears around as her tension, and sense of dread grew. Remembering exactly what Monty's fearful actions meant.