Remember that scent?  Gwyntaan was sure he couldn't forget it, even if he buried his nose in an overripe mango.  He also knew that scavengers were most often active at night - but then again, the terrain here reminded him of the sandy wastes.  Waiting for daylight would mean that they would be subjected to the full force of the sun.  With a soft chirrup, he headed back towards the edge of the cliff and looked down, scenting the night air for the musk of his prey.<br/><br/>This time, he didn't arrow off the cliffs, but lifted into a gliding circle, waiting for Tesla to follow.  With the potential for many active targets, it wasn't a situation that would tolerate hasty actions.