With Zharanthixil's back turned to him, Janius put on a confused expression at his comment. There was of course part of him that was relieved that his cover had worked, but still, that was more of a childish threat than anything. Something that one would say in annoyance rather than hate. Maybe there was more to Zharanthixil's thoughts past his serious face, or perhaps it was simply an Argonian mannerism that Janius didn't pick up on.

More time passed and Janius began to worry that his hopes had risen too high by finding the campsite earlier. By the time Zharanthixil stopped and sniffed the air, Janius didn't expect much more, but his comments held something different. If the Master-Hunter himself couldn't recognise the scent in the air, then it had to be something of note. Janius tried to discern what Zharanthixil had detected, and found that his own mind drew up a blank as well. Perhaps he would know what it was if he saw it, or if got a better whiff of it, but as it stood he was having just as much difficulty as Zharanthixil.

Trying his best with what he was asked, Janius meandered for a moment, noting the direction of the light wind and from which direction the scent was strongest. After less than half a minute, he looked across the river with confidence. "It's coming from the other side of the river." Janius started to wade into the river in preparation for diving forward and swimming across.