[And Ardyn is putting the car in park, not passing the little creatures. What does that tell you, Arc?]

They'll not let us pass. [Correction: they'll not let her pass, not without putting up a fight.] Of course, unless we wish to turn around completely, we'll have to deal with them one way or another.

[He motions vaguely at where they stand in the road, waddling about.] They're called tonberries. Aren't they precious?