While less on edge, Shura's isn't immune to the general paranoia in the air, and her head snaps in the direction of the sound. Sure, she was confident about werewolves, but that didn't mean that there wouldn't be any other predators or bandits lurking around. Shura listens for any other sign of threat, but there's only the rustling of leaves. And then another crack.

"Take him and move out of here." Time to draw her sword. It's probably nothing, just a branch falling from a tree. But Shura doesn't know if this woman knows how to fight, and she doesn't want to play games with a possible bandit.