Jules stops, like he has the choice.  He looks about, all around him for any sign of the path, even searching the treeline for anything that might be useable.  Not seeing much beyond the fallen branch, and not sure how he would get it if there was something there.<br/><br/>He listens for those sounds for a moment, trying to gauge how close they were, how many there were, what they were.  Not able to answer any of those questions, he takes another glance for any clue to a path.<br/><br/>It does seem as the growling is going away. "What now?" he muses quietly.  Not entirely sure,he starts back the way he came, hoping to find his way back to the fork, and maybe a better path.  He sighs, any path would be an improvement.<br/><br/>Snarling as he once more steps on a twig.  "Ow!"  He blunders thru the forest, getting more and more scratches as he walks.