It takes most of the day, circling the enormous bramble mass, following false starts and chasing shadows, before they actually spot something living in the vines. A hunched over, hulking giant that moves with surprising grace through the brambles, pruning back the dead ones and harvesting strange, red seeds, to be planted elsewhere. Despite their hideous appearance, of over-muscled humanoid figures, with overly large fangs and a twisted, spindly third arm, they don't seem to be actively hostile, and seem to prefer keeping to the shadows, and out of sight, while working.