Sleepy Fox Hollow Must be the way you whisper.

When she backed down and left him, he stared after her for a few minutes. The energy coursing through his skin was like ants crawling just beneath. He sat down and kick-scratched at his side, his neck, catching the leather collar and forcing it to rotate uncomfortably with the momentum of his kicks, until the plastic housing of the tracker was upon his clavicle, and then stood up and shook the remainder of the feeling from his body.

Mou then surveyed his surroundings with a careful eye, and returned to the chasm he had found - but did not investigate it further. The feeling grew stronger when he stared at the darkness of that stony gash, so he gave up and retreated from it, choosing an opposite route to the antagonistic woman.