His reverie of flight was interrupted by the harsh sounds of warfare, snapping the creature to alertness. Swiftbeak dove to pick up speed, shooting far ahead of the caravan to find the source of the clatter; it couldn't be an ambush, or there wouldn't already be fighting, so at least he need not worry about someone having leaked information of the caravan. Staying a safe distance above the ground so as not to be mistaken for an opponent, he settled into a circling pattern above the swordclashes, and focused his eyes to see the source.