The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and he cursed softly as he swung the rifle away from the rifle and over the expanse behind him. There was something breathing back there and there was way too much cover for him to go poking around with his knife. His eyes scanned the landscape again, hoping for any sort of sign as to where his possible assailant might be, his finger shakily poised over the trigger as he waited for them to pop up, praying silently that he was a have second faster.