Do you hear what I hear?

Watching in mute surprise as the hedge all but shifted, Remi circled lower until he was only about 5ft above Beatrix. As she called out for the squirrel to take her back home, the sinking feeling in Remi's stomach grew even weightier. Something was definitely not right. From somewhere off to his left nearer to the centre of the maze, the alchemist was quite sure that he'd just heard a roaring sort of sound. Tensing, the hawk circled lower still, crying out towards the child. His voice was piercing and distinct, and though she'd already been misled by one animal, hopefully she could be persuaded to follow another. From his vantage point he thought he could see the exit well enough, and shifting maze or not, he thought he could guide her out. Crying again, he flew slowly in the direction that he wanted her to go. Coincidentally, it was opposite from the squirrel. remi the alchemist