Last week's snippet seemed almost restful, apart from the heat. This next part, a few sentences on, should put the waiting into context...
Hot, dirty, scratched to shreds from days of bushwhacking, Shayla listened to the forest, small animals foraging, birds calling. Dragonflies with jeweled wings a foot across patrolled the clearing. Shayla charted the sounds in her mind's eye, noting a region of stillness to her right. Someone else was waiting.
That was according to plan, but she had to be sure there wasn't yet another party watching the watchers. What was the chance that her local contacts had been followed here?
She scanned the edge of the clearing for signs of danger. She detected nothing but the sounds and movements of the forest.