He does feel it. It's creepy. Vanadi pauses now and then, sets his ears back, glances around... Slipping into that vagueness that has thrown off so many animals doesn't seem to be doing much for it.

Then, eventually, he spots it. That glowing, about kitrite-high, about eye-distance-apart. He stops stock still, considers his reaction very carefully, and then tries out a smile.

"That's a terrible way to make friends, you know," he calls, not even sure if he's talking to something that will talk back. But it's worth a try.