Saxon, as was always his preference, remained quiet around the villagers. Most vocalisations from him came during moments when he couldn't stifle a coughing fit. The sheriff made things clear that sleeping dogs needed to be let alone, so Saxon was content to move on, understanding that all that was needed to be done had now been done. Nonetheless he was quick to pick up on Mzarem's unease. He moved quickly, eyes darting about to find what had troubled the wolf.
"Mzarem has picked up a scent," Saxon tells the others, then crouches down next to the big canine and tells him to track down the source.
ooc: Mzarem tracks at (survival) +5 when using scent.