Jules pauses, standing there in the fork in the path, looking down one way, then the other, then the first, trying to decide which way to go.  Not liking at all the thorny path, not walking around like this.  But sure the other way may look easy now, but gets worse.<br/><br/>Still, he is undecided.  Until, that is, there is a growl behind him.  That decides it... he starts to walk the easier path, hoping to put as much distance as he can between himself and the growl.  Moving faster and faster as it seems to get closer, but not running yet.