"Hm." Devero stops and crosses his arms, cupping his chin in his hand as he considers the alpaca. After a moment of stillness, he takes a huge stride forward-- and that's saying something, given how long his legs are. The alpaca distinctly shuffle back in response, one of them giving a low cry that sounds more like a tiny foghorn than anything else.

"Yep. They're walking away." He looks down and back at the kid. "...Any ideas?"