And there it was again. That odd sensation sliding along his nerves. He remained as he was for a moment until there was a faint snap behind him. There was no hurry as he glanced around, but those green eyes were sharp as they scanned the area. If there was a predator around, running would just entice it to chase him and he was not about to be seen as an easy bit of prey.

Instead, he reached back down and tucked the new herbs into the little pouch he carried and pointedly turned away again, his eyes scanning the sky this time. Nope. Still too light for daemons and there wasn't that telltale thick ichor anywhere near him. He glanced back in the direction of the camp a moment later, quietly calculating the distance and how quickly he could get there without it seeming like he was in a hurry.

Too long.

Still, teeth gritted over a quiet curse, he started back toward camp, his steps quick. It wasn't a run, but it wasn't an easy stroll either.