That instantly gets Alfor's attention, his earlier attempts to come up with conversational subjects easily slipping from his thoughts as he looks first at Shiro, and then around them, suddenly more cautious. "...I'd had that sense that something was watching me ever since I'd been wandering these paths," he admits.

     ...which was why he'd plowed through the nearest treeline with his sword. But now that he's not completely distracted by the things this young man with the funny ears has informed him, he can once feel those eyes unseen, yet definitely watching him. Alfor's hand grips his weapon tighter, attempting to make out anything in the shadows of the trees around them, casting a look over his shoulder.

     "...whatever it is, they keep out of sight. Not out in the open, but I'm almost certain something's been flanking us."