That Umbreon was surprisingly alert, to have noticed something was amiss, and after that growl the Leafeon knew she was now in danger. She didn't want to fight, not unless she absolutely had to, and especially not if it could have been avoided by simply backing off. If they were nice, spying on them was just being needlessly antagonistic.<br/><br/>And if they weren't nice, she thought, it was the safest course of action. Not just for her, but for the other forest Pokemon, those she considered kindred spirits. By tracking the pair she could keep them from interfering with the forest, should they decide to.<br/><br/>But she still didn't know, one way or the other. She needed more information, needed them to make a move. She was still hidden, she believed, both scent and sight blending in with the grass around her. Without a definite threat in sight, the Umbreon could decide that whatever alerted her was just a false alarm. The Leafeon sighed to herself, hoping that she would, hoping that the couple wouldn't start a search... if they did, well... it was fight or flight. She would have to decide when... if... it happened.