Feeling frustrated and embarrassed, Alma missed the change in Ellie, though she appreciated the lack of electricity. Shaking out her fur, she felt almost relieved that there wasn't anything there, only the wind. Then Alma focused. There wasn't any wind blowing. Breathing in deeply, she scented for danger. Raven, Ellie's odd scent of static and cat, a rabbit in a nearby burrow, grass... there! Crim the snake! He was here. Trying not to let her uneasiness show, Alma turned in a full circle, scanning for the danger. At this point, she knew that there was no point calling for help. The others either couldn't hear her or didn't care. Even if they did come, they wouldn't make it in time.