Not even bothering to look back and see who is yelling, you immediately break into a sprint, heading back the way you came. Your gait only slows once you have penetrated the tree line, and you look back to see if you have been pursued. The path is empty for as far back as you can see, and you breathe a sigh of relief. Whoever it was probably didn't get a good look at you, and so the chances of facing a trespassing charge would be pretty slim. Smirking in satisfaction, you continue walking along the path at a far more leisurely pace. Secure in your smugness, it takes you a moment to realize that something is amiss.