While she would have liked to answer Peiter's compliment, indulgent as it was, the tension in the camp had risen to the point where Sabine stood up herself. She left her alchemy where it was and walked up behind Leaps and S'ajira. What she recognised in the air was something she had not smelled since Morrowind, years ago, but it was not something she had forgotten.

"Durzogs," Sabine said, turning to Uthri with concern, but not panic, "They might go after the children."

Uthri took on a similar look when Sabine mentioned the children. She pulled out a hatchet and a sword before speaking, "They would be brave to try anything, but I would sooner be careful. Everyone!" Uthri beckoned with her sword hand, "Come here, get close to the kids." Uthri then looked down to Rhazii and Newt. Rhazii was looking up at them with a scared expression, holding one of the whittled figurines close to his chest. "Alright, you two," Uthri tried to take on a higher, less serious voice, "Stay close to us, do not run off, okay?"

Sabine brought frost spells to both hands, making cloudy vapour stream down slowly from her palms. She quickly stepped up to the children and covered an angle watching the surrounding undergrowth.

"You know," Uthri mused while she watched her own angle, "Perhaps one of us should transform and take the little ones up a tree. Then the rest of us can simply catch the rest for dinner. What do you all think?" It was unclear whether Uthri knew what durzogs were, specifically.