Kismet bumped her and she jumped, frizzing up once more like a dandelion. Turning her eyes away from the monkeys was hard; they were dangerous and instinct told her she needed to keep an eye on them. Still, Kismet's suggestion was more than reasonable and it made sense. If they didn't do anything then the monkeys didn't have a reason to chase them. ...right?
With much effort, Warja began to follow Kismet. Keeping her gaze pointed straight ahead, the pup could feel the eyes of the monkeys. Behind her, they continued to hoot and she could hear them getting closer, following the pair. She stated the obvious, "They're following us." Somewhere on her leg, the stick bug continued to crawl, but Warja was now numb, far beyond the ability to feel the insect's light movements. Every inch of her was devoted to feeling the presence of the howlers; each sense helping to paint a picture of what was going on behind her.
A hard rustling behind them caused Warja's ears to flick back. Her head almost turned, but at the last second, she remembered to resist. It sounded like one of the monkeys had jumped into the tree behind them, but without turning her head, Warja couldn't be sure. "It's not working."
OOC: Feel free to control the monkeys as you see fit.
