He nods at the woman, then turns to the girl. "What do ya smell, pup?" He<em>feels</em>fidgety. Something is getting his hackles up and he doesn't know what it is. And furthermore, he doesn't like it. The last time he'd felt this way was when the barn had caught fire in the night. He'd awoke, feeling something was wrong but couldn't place it until an ember had drifted through the high window. They had lost a great deal of their stored food that night. That's what he felt like now. As if some unclear, but present, danger was lurking.