Freya snorted, which was a surprisingly rough sound coming from such a cute little nose. "You don't have to carry them. They just poof into your palms." She flicked out her fingers in the modern 'poof' motion before stepping towards the direction that Loki had indicated. Freya kept her chin up, her nose pointed towards the wind. "We'll be traveling up wind of anything but I don't think those things can smell so it'd probably be okay."

They just had to be quiet.

"I'll keep my ears out. If I touch you it means stop and be quiet and cast a spell to make us quiet if you hear that ominous rustling noise. Sound good? Good. Let's lock and load."

Loki might notice that as Freya steps barefoot through the woods, she barely makes a sound.