Oak and Cary watched the others begin following the footprints to where they came from before doing the opposite.
Oak seemed hesitant, almost nervous. At least he did to Cary. Meanwhile, Cary felt nothing towards the situation as a whole. He was tired and in pain, like most days, he only paid attention to his surroundings in case of an ambush.
He was still a Hunter, so the tiredness didn't get to him nearly as much. To him, he was simply reserving his energy, nothing more.
Oak seemed to fidget with his uniform, to the point where Cary grew slightly concerned with how little he was paying attention to his surroundings.
Cary yawned as he looked at the prints again. He stopped for a moment, noticing the prints had changed drastically. He even looked back, worried he had followed the wrong tracks.
'No, these are the right ones...'
Oak looked at him as if to say "Is something wrong?" He didn't end up saying anything, though.
