Night fell over the world, and the company had been on the road for the majority of the day. It had been decided that Bilbo should scout ahead, and scout he did.

Bilbo peeked over some rocks on a high ledge, his breath in his throat. Azog and his Warg Scouts were along a plateau not far away, and they were obviously hunting down the company. To the hobbit's relief, they continued on their way. Finally, good news for once.
The feeling of relief did not last. 
Bilbo heard a snarl from the side, then ducked to conceal himself. To his astonishment, he witnessed a large bear watching Azog from another pile of rocks, snarling softly. Bilbo scrambled away just as the bear roared, the sound echoing across the plains.

Kili kept by Fili and Saeril, joking occasionally and asking questions as per usual. "Bilbo certainly has been a while, hasn't he? Do you think he's alright?" As if to answer his thoughts, Bilbo has made his way down the rocks to where the company had been waiting.

Dwalin moved to question him. “How close is the pack?”
“Too close." Bilbo was out of breath, and white as a ghost. "A couple of leagues, no more, but that is not the worst of it.”
Dwalin remained unphased. “Have the Wargs picked up our scent?”
Bilbo shook his head, exasperated that he was continually interrupted. “Not yet, but they will; we have another problem.”

Kili checked that his sword was in place. "What kind of problem? Did they see you?"
Bilbo ran a hand through his curly hair. This was all very stressful. "No, that's not it."
If he hadn't been spotted, they weren't in danger. That was Kili's logic, anyway. "Fine job, Bilbo. You've proven yourself the perfect burglar one again!"
Bilbo could take no more of this. “Will you listen- [i]will you just listen?[/i] I'm trying to tell you! There is something else out there!”