Her ears started to twitch and yet she spent a moment not moving, futilely hoping that if she was stone still then the sound would pass towards some other direction and she could stay as she was. It only came closer and grew louder, though, and she forced herself to stand and back away. Just slightly, she raised her makeshift excuse for a weapon—a relatively large stick, broken haphazardly off of a tree—and Jade hissed to the underbrush, "Who's there?"