“Of all the stupid times not to have a friggin’ compass,” he cursed, then ducked suddenly as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He looked back and forth, searching for danger, for anything that might have set him off. Nothing. He reached out with his senses to see if his auspex could pick up what he could not. Again, he sensed nothing. There was no living life within his range apart from crawling insects too small to be registered most of the time. Some rocks crumbled nearby and he snapped around. It was just a part of the nearby crag falling apart as he watched it. That must have been what set him off.