Urhea stayed back as Vennar and Shael tracked the unknown threat. Unlike the other two, who were hardened by battle, Urhea had never felt actions such as this before, other than through the words of authors. As such, his movements were clumsy and hasty, stemming from his fear. His head darted every which way in search of the threat, although he was smart enough to not jump out of the path in pursuit. Afraid, he stood in the middle. Every time he convinced himself he should calm down, a rustle of the grass behind him would sent jolts of fear up his spine.<br/><br/>"No, this is ridiculous," he though to himself. He slowly focused on the environment. The wind felt more rough, the air more stiff, the ground more soft. He was afraid, but that didn't mean he was useless. The wind rustled around him and reverberations from the ground spoke to him. Through much noise, he felt the vibrations of a body rubbing against a tree. His senses weren't keen enough to pin-point the location but he knew the direction. Out of a 360 degree search radius, he had narrowed it down to 90, then 60, then 40. No matter how hard he focused, he couldn't narrow it down anymore.<br/><br/>He yelled, "Vennar, Shael, go to the right. He is behind a tree, around two o'clock from me. Break up in two, I don't know the specific location."