The bird squawks an agreement, and flies off his arm, gaining altitude, before circling outwards, searching for the targets.<br/><br/>An hour later, it returned, squawking in failure; it hadn't spotted anything, though, as it disappeared, he<em>would</em>get a very brief overview of everything it saw. And one thing stood out; a small clearing, where it looked like there'd been a brief struggle, though the bird hadn't looked at it for long.