TenHass feels strange, as if there's... something amiss. Instinctively, he turns to face the near-corpse he left behind.
"Well, that should have been expected." He mutters to himself as he scans quickly for where the man might have gone. His helmet and the soft wind obscures any tracks made, so he takes it off. Keeping it in hands and close to his head in case of need, the sudden brightness forcing him to squint as he stands. This heat's starting to get to you.
The arts may be helpful, but they don't offer much clarity from mirages. The man's tracks are a little easier to track now, thanks to a trail of blood so fresh he can TASTE it as he smells. The female would no doubt see him by now; and TenHass permits himself a few seconds to care.
"Let her come." he murmurs to himself, carefully making his way along the trail. It doesn't take him long at all to find the once-corpse, fresh and full of body, waiting like he himself was not moments ago.
TenHass stands in place, helm still in hands, and tilts his head to wipe the sweat beading on his brow. He watches this man from just behind and waits.