At the time, Grigori was standing outside of his tent, stretching off last night's sleep and trying to discern what Anna might want for breakfast through the crude psychic link they shared. Though there was enough room in the lair for all three witches, Grigori preferred to give the other two some space while maintaining a degree of independence. He was starting to think he'd ascertained that his familiar wanted eggs when the distant footsteps reached his ears. Man and pig turned to face the figure in the mist together before Grigori turned to call into their hideaway. "Wake up, you two! It seems we have a visitor." Truth be told, he wasn't sure if they were awake or even inside, having just woken up, himself.