He kept moving, a quick glance at the multi-function watch's compass revealing he was traveling northeasterly, sort of, though it kept flicking about forty degrees to one side or the other at random points, before reverting back. The pace wasn't terribly fast, but it was a good strong walking pace, the ambient light enough for him to ensure he wasn't going to walk into a tree, but a hole might be another question, so he was being careful, and making sure he wasn't going to blunder into a sentry.