On a high mountain, a team of Aus people were observing the prey below.
Marks were left everywhere they walked, and for the local Aus hunters who were familiar with the area, the Eastern Countrymen's attempts to conceal their tracks were full of flaws.
Apart from the fact that most of them didn't have specialized "anti-reconnaissance personnel," the main reason was that the newcomers didn't understand the local environment at all.
Some rocks would leave traces when walked upon, some insects would be frightened to death by the passing "Giant," and some soil was simply impossible to step on...
"...They're right below. There are five of them, and one is dead. It's almost time to close the net."
The hunter looked at the "shimmering footprints" on the ground and nodded. The blindfolded bird on his shoulder was also the reason why they could easily track them here.
