Kyrie trotted along behind the two, her eyes constantly roving. If anyone followed them, or if anyone was coming--she wanted to be the first to know. Her paws swung along at an easy lope. The scent of bleach struck her like a closed fist, and her lip curled in a grimace that was half a threat. She stopped in her tracks and turned to cast a glance over her shoulder, eyes searching the treeline. She ignored Little Howl's warning growl. She'd not spoken yet, nor did she intend to any time soon.<br/><br/>The bleach made her nose useless, so she used her eyes and ears instead. Let Little Howl search for a way INTO danger, she was going to make sure it didn't find them first. Or her, really. If they were safer by default, it was no skin off her nose.