His skills showed that tracking was in his blood, as Kalaj followed the scent amongst the forest. He had been in many hunts with his father and the other Jaka during his time with them, so this now came as a second nature to him. Even if the prey was not one he intended to eat, at least that was not amongst his plans, yet. A few scents mixed with the trail he was following, wild animals of the forest that hindered his tracking but he dealt with them without much troubles. The scent grew stronger as they closed in on the source, the killer had to be ahead.<br/><br/>His eyes were as good in the darkness as in daylight, so Kalaj watched the scene that was about to unfold as they approached. His claw slid into his sleeve to grasp one of his knifes while he kept advancing. The figure turned around after a partial success on attacking the Sarista, the glint of the knife in the moolight guided his hand as he threw the knife toward him, aiming for the arm that held the large knife.