Ahnasha understood the warning, and with it, she was certainly in no mood to stick around. She needed to get out of camp, and the safest way appeared to be to go back the way she came. She still tried to stay silent, but she now knew that she had to be in a hurry. The Orc, if he was attentive and looking in her direction, would be able to see the distortion of her invisibility, but she just had to take the risk. To stay at this point would likely be even more dangerous. 

To her relief, when Ahnasha had made her way beyond the tents and to some foliage she could use to obscure herself, she did not see anyone in pursuit when she turned back. The Orc seemed to be just as occupied with his snack as he had been before. She seemed to be in the clear, and could only hope that Sabine was having similar luck. 

Do'rhajul had finally released his grip entirely on Arinette. Her anger had not died down, but she still took notice when the Khajiit directed his attention above them. His eyes narrowed as he stared intently into the tree's leaves. "Did you hear that? I could have swore..." He remarked with voice that trailed off as he started to take in the scents around him. "Something smells...off. Not right." 

While Do'rhajul was seemingly unarmed, Arinette had her staff on her back, and she quickly reached for it.