He definitely heard something. Slowly, Blaine lifted his head from the pages of his book. He twisted around with care, and peeked at what had been roaming around. A behind was stinking out of his tent... And it had a tail. The young man blinked incredulously. Was this some kind of joke? Had one of the villagers decided to take advantage of the ghost hunters? Lure them in with tales of a haunted forest, and then send someone in to steal their things?

The young man didn't want to accuse anyone of theft without having proof. So he put his book aside gently, and shifted to make himself ready. All it would take was one lunge and he would be up and running. If that was needed.