Peiter was not certain what Sabine was doing at first, until he caught the scent in the air. He did not recognize it himself, but according to Sabine, it was something called a durzog. Based on her reaction to it, he assumed they were some sort of predator. He quickly grabbed up his halberd and took up a position with the others, though it was not long before Uthri recommended that one of them take the children up to safety in a tree. It would take them down one fighter, but it would make sure that the two defenseless children were out of danger. "Alright, I'll do it. Just be careful, alright." 

After quickly stripping down and finding a place for his belongings, Peiter shifted into his werewolf form, then scurried up onto one of the lower branches of a nearby tree. He reached down so that Uthri could hand both of the children up to him, then kept them securely under his arm as he climbed up a few of the closer branches. They were not too particularly high, but they were high enough that he felt confident that the creatures could not get up to him quickly. He could have gone higher, but it would have required more acrobatics than he would be comfortable attempting with the children in his care. 

The scent grew stronger until they could start to hear sounds in the forest. Although, they were quite faint, and they likely would not have picked them out had they not been listening specifically for movement. Peiter, given that he had a vantage point, hoped to be able to spot them to warn the others of which direction they were approaching from, but even he was having trouble seeing these durzogs. A few times, he spotted movement out of the corner of his eye, only to see nothing when he focused on it. 

Eventually, the sounds became rather close, and Peiter was able to spot the source. However, when he did, his eyes widened in surprised. "I think I see...wait, that's not..." He began, but was interrupted when the intruders revealed themselves. On three sides of the camp in an arc around them, about six or seven beings emerged from behind bushes and trees, but they were not durzogs: they were mostly Khajiit, with a Human and an Orc among them. 

"Lower your weapons; this need not turn to violence." The Human, an Imperial woman, demanded firmly, though without shouting. Around them, three of the Khajiit had bows nocked, but not drawn, the Orc had a javelin that was in a position to be thrown, though was not currently aimed, and the rest were armed with spears.