Blackfeather Woods Why so serious?

In the dark of the night, all Keelut had to guide him inside the cave were the glow of the worms and the scent that drew a path to the infirmary. He remembered them perfectly from the time he'd been given a tour by the white witch, and he easily found his way around the pond and inside the chamber. But all the while he'd ignored the fact that the raven had not been the only being who'd come to be aware of Keelut's mid-night activities. Atshen was behind him, stalking his moves as he delved deeper into the infirmary and searched in the barely sufficient stash of herbs for what he needed.