Ffraid continued her easy pace, she was heading the direction she'd heard, and hoped they were not moving. Her steps are light and bouncy, but her senses are turned to everything. She pulls her Bola free from her pack, feeling a little uneasy now, but is not sure as to why. Softly she clacks the heads together, feeling safety in their solid, small, impacts through her hands. She's ready to send them flying if there is danger to her person. Despite the pause to fetch forth her Bola she continues the way she was headed, now worrying if her sudden concern was for the people or things she was heading towards. The idea made the hair along the back of her neck prickle in alarm and she considered turning her steps and giving them wide birth instead of heading in.<br/>She settled for a middle of the two and proceeded slowly, heading more in an arch from where she was heading, not because it was a better maneuver in any manner, but it now made her feel safer then heading a strait line.