Ydnar chuckles. "Never fear, Brother. If this beast is as large as they say, it should not be much trouble to track down." The scout pinches up a clod of wet earth, rolling it through his finger tips. "But in any case, we must get through this canyon first."
With Ydnar leading, you wind through the narrow canyon. The walls press close, so narrow the team must pass single file. The uncanny hardiness of Auran's life is evident here, with golden grasses sprouting from sheer rock and wrist thick vines creeping up the canyon walls. The thick carpet of undergrowth rustles and shudders with the passage of tiny creatures.
After an hour of twisting through the narrow defile, the path opens into a wide pit of waist high grasses. Saurian forms move through the grasses, patrolling small pebbled mounds of dirt where clutches of eggs stand. They are theratryx, wild cousins of the Aurans' beasts of burden. The scythe talons of their forelegs flash in the early morning light, and you see that they are the same claws as those used to make the talon daggers some of the battle-brothers chose to wield.
Ydnar creeps back to the main group. "Nesting grounds. Dozens of them, perhaps hundreds. They might let us alone, but if I know wild beasts they will not take kindly to us stomping around their nests.