<div class="floatright">(http://tgchan.org/kusaba/meep/src/135657856669.jpg)</div>Tiktik felt unsure about this whole thing. While he was more comfortable alone than in the company of the softskins, this was still enemy territory, and he had to stay on full alert despite his apparent solitude. He crept slowly forward, maintaining both an awareness of his surroundings, as well as on the tracks before him. Jet, high above, seemed to think that the tracks led back to the camp, silly bird. Tiktik ignored him for the most part, sending feelings of reproachfulness and wariness, goading the bird to keep scouting from high above where his eyes would be able to spot a light for potentially dozens of miles out.<br/><br/>Despite the tracks getting mixed, Tiktik was fairly certain that he was on the right path as he continued forward since as were fairly fresh and seemed slightly deeper than most of the other tracks--perhaps the equipment they had stolen? Regardless, he continued pacing, keeping in continuous communication with Jet as he made sure to be neither seen nor heard, while seeing any potential enemies first if possible.