"Aye, something's not right here," he says to the rest of the party. "I swear I just heard a bird call that has no place in this neck of the woods. Just off to the west. Sounded like maybe... A greater cliffgull? That or a spotted fisher I'd say. They're easily confused. They look completely different of course but the calls are nigh-on identical."
Felor gets momentarily lost in a reverie about a time he caught a fat sea trout and cooked it on the beach with some gulls eggs before a thought strikes him.
"But... You don't suppose that's a signal of some sort? From whoever it is those buggers were supposed to meet?"