Felih's ears pin back when Koo'ri suddenly pulls him aside, startled, but he instinctively moves to tuck himself behind his tank, tail low as he balances himself, prepared to leap or sprint if he must for whatever may come.

He lets himself scent the air, and then murmurs, "I smell it too. Ugh, the stench is awful..." He shudders in displeasure, giving the beast a wide berth as they make their way around. He walks lightly, silent-footed on the earth, trying to leave little or no trace. It's all instinct to him, old things learned growing up as a Miqo'te hunter.

"Let's be quick about it..."