[He keeps his breathing tight and controlled, holding still, not knowing if there's Liquid or an animal or nothing at all nearby.]

[But it's not in his nature to keep still and patient. Despite all his work, real patience was never one of his most-employed tools. He uncurls himself slowly, listening for any sound, carefully standing into a crouch and looking around for anything out of place, as he takes slow steps towards a darker part of the woods.]