There's a weak disgruntled chuff as he settles against a tree. Stupid! He knew this prey better than any. He shakes his head repeatedly, trying to clear it, growling a bit when the world keeps moving even though his head isn't.

It takes time, but eventually his vision steadies and he risks standing. Claws digging into the tree, he pulls himself to his feet, swaying a bit until he's sure of his feet. A few cautious steps forward, and he knows everything's working as it should.

The path is still glowing and the scent is fresh. It's time to finish this. This time, though, he does wait for Rachel.