Caezel repositioned himself to get a better view, but found that the forest was simply too dense. Even his enhanced eyes couldn't make out details at that distance through the darkness and past the many trees.

But he could tell the wingless demon without seeing him in detail. He could tell the demon general anywhere... Uriel, that was the name. It was his very purpose to avoid demons, who caused more trouble than they were worth. And one such as Uriel, while young enough to possibly be free of the prejudices older demons carried, was still a demon to be avoided. The last time he made contact with a Child of Darkness did not end well, and he wasn't sure that he was quite free of suspicion from that particular incident.

He watched, eyebrow raised as the cloaked figure ran at a speed to rival Caezel in his prime, easily outrunning Uriel. As it got closer, Caezel stiffened as he realized what should have been obvious. [i]Angel[/i]. A young one, from the looks of it. More trouble than they were often worth, those angels. Before long a whole force of demons would be searching the forest, complicating life greatly. [i]Angels do not simply run deep into demon lines[/i] he mused.

The angel had run in an off direction from where Caezel sat in a tree, but he was pretty sure he would be able to find it before others did. In fact, he reasoned, it could be beneficial to find the angel first. He wasn't entirely sure what he would do with one - but if nothing else, there would be few beings more beneficial to his... works than angels.

He hopped down from the tree, bones popping in his legs from the impact. Many years ago it would have been silent as a falling leaf (though that he could hear as well) but in his age he found his bones has the annoying habit of making noises. Another matter the angel could... help with. He made his way in the direction the angel went towards. He found it likely that it would be in The Patch; or at least near it, as it was certainly the best place in those parts to hide. Though that would make it a pain to find the angel unless it showed itself. He followed the direction of the last footsteps he heard, walking slowly, listening carefully and with a hand on his short blade just in case. Though considering the angel had run instead of fought, it would be more likely to hide than anything else. [i]Just don't push it into a corner...[/i] He knew the danger of facing an angel cornered.