Grouse Thicket I’m a chimpanzee

The pair were anything but sneaky, anything but subtle, and Mal wasn't gonna linger after he'd already wished the two weird women a good day as their level of suspicious behavior increased exponentially -- he was already on his way out when he'd said bye. While they stood there and talked about it, he was well out of sight well before Nyra was finished chatting, her voice fading behind him. 

He was agile and used to moving in a dense forest, casually pushing through the underbrush at first, then clear on the other side he moved faster down the game trail to put more distance between them, one ear turned to listen for someone following. Any sound? He'd move faster so there wasn't one, cut to a different trail. No panic, just a desire to not deal with them ever again. They'd be practically chasing a ghost who had zero desire to haunt or be haunted by them. He'd just disappear into the storm and be done with it.