Hircine's expression remained it's calm and emotionless self despite the spirit's snarl, though no one would be able to tell under the mask anyways. He moved his gaze from the soul and it's obvious mistress to the sound of rustling bushes. His cold eyes watched the brush for a moment before they moved back in front of him. "It is recommend you return to the city hunters." He said in a cold tone just loud enough it could be heard down the path.