Tris snorted, trotting nearer to the predator-scent. "You can't tell me you don't smell that," she said again. "You know, if I had my magic, I could probably see them," she groused. "The wind's right in my face. ...This might hurt your ears." She let out a shrill whinny, trying to get the... whatever's attention.

She headed into the scent, though her instincts were telling her to run the other way as fast as she could. "HEEEEEEEY!" she yelled. "I CAN SMELL YOU!"