"It certainly sounds that way." She comments, already rising. Whilst she believed in Haruto, she wasn't about to let the man get hurt on account of her. Her hand rises up to her forehead, two fingers extending to press against her temple.

The pair don't have to wait long for the snarling and clattering to grow louder. Whatever was out there wasn't being subtle about its approach now. The creatures clearly heard the psychic and wizard talking and have a rough idea of where they are. The hybrid mutts appear from around a corner, snapping and snarling at one another. Briefly distracted by who gets to go first.