He managed to get you out of the house, which was great and all, but how did you always manage to get us in the oddest places?

He huffed, his large paws padded across the mudded forest path. It's starting to become dusk, the sky turning into a dark dull blue and he senses it. "....." Ollie wanted to speak, to growl or even say 'Hey, don't go that way' but the impending sense of doom prevented him.

Something was there. Something dangerous.

Ollie sniffed at the air, his clawed hand grabbed yours and kept you from going further ahead. "....." He refused to let you go further, even when you were standing there trying to tug him and asking 'What's wrong?' in that worried tone of yours.

He tugged you back, very, very, painfully obviously trying to give you the hint to leave — to get the fuck out of here fast.