[At that, Mamoru stops. It's a minute motion, one that is only evident to those carefully watching. To someone else, he could just be looking into the distance, check if he hears any sounds in the fake silence of nature around them.

But his gaze isn't on the projection of his shades, while his ears have cast out to indeed listen to their surroundings, his mind heats up. Whatever influence the forest tried to cast on Mamoru is, for that moment, absolutely powerless, when his thoughts and calculations zero into a final goal. ]

"Trouble", huh? [His lip tugs into something ragged despite the absolute familiarity of what he obsesses over. Voice sounds like the sharp kind of gravel that cuts through your hands when you try to find purchase.] I can't afford to wait.

[He turns to Ren, and points at two spots of the edge of the clearing.] There are two tracks I don't recognize that head out from here. I'm going to follow this one [jerks a thumb at the first spot, closer to them.] but careful, they're apex predators.