"Huh. Weird. Emilia, gorgeous, you smell anything?"

The Houndoom glances at him, then dutifully sniffs the air for a few moments. When satisfied that she's checked thoroughly enough, she nods, sort of gesturing to the bush with the fallen berries with her horns. Feliks hardly waits for her affirmative, just goes ahead and slips into the bushes, turning his head this way and that to see what's around.

"Heyyyy. Like, anyone around?"