That these things aren't seeing very well occurs to Bruce as well, judging on how they're moving about - almost nervously, a lot of careful poking and listening; as unpleasant as their vantage point is, the great animal is obscuring the scent and sound of them. Once they get far away enough, he risks dropping down lower, so that he can watch them better.

'Patchwork' is a good word. He's taken aback, for a moment, not quite sure what he's looking at - all of them are different, none of them formed the same way, as if melded together by accident. But they're already too far away for him to make any solid decisions about - at least it seems like they've decided it was a false alarm or something that got eaten by their pet alarm dragon, because they're all heading back the way they came, uncannily leaving little in the way of a trail, picking too carefully through the grass on tall spike-ended legs.

Just as they're nearly out of sight, Bruce makes ready to bolt again - he remembers in the nick of time to make sure Seoraj is paying attention, and the fact that he isn't used to working with anyone else is probably painfully obvious by now - and then does, staying low, moving quick and quiet after them. They're all heading in the direction they were going to begin with.

Which certainly bodes well.