Miaren snorts softly - almost like an irritated mare, if the thought crosses anyone's mind.  "I can tell you're going to be hating this," she says dryly - her final words for now as the rustling grows closer.<br/><br/>Like a fond dog.  Miaren knows canines from her life as a ranger - there are fond lap-dogs that dote and snivel after their masters, and there are loyal companions, who are ever at the ready.  An approaching stranger would be cause for such a hound to be alert, wary - waiting for any signal to either take action or stand down.<br/><br/>Although the harness had no place for her weapons, she stands in a 'ready' stance.  If this Adamion was any threat to the three, she plans to give a full accounting of herself.