Silvertip Mountain Guide me great wisdom

Wow, this bird sure had a lot of things to say. FitzDutiful was taken aback by the amount of questions that he had it was - odd. He had once heard the phrase "wise like an owl". He didn't know what an owl was but if this was one then it was no wonder. FitzDutiful had learnt himself that asking questions what the key to knowledge and this creature sure must gather a lot of it. Time to answer them all. 

What time - "During the night I think! She was there when I went to sleep but gone by morning." - Her scent - "I was following her scent but I lost it here." - Scout from the sky - "Yes please! Any help you can give me would be amazing." - Her looks - here he faltered ever so slightly. He recalled the colours as best he could. "She's a variety of browns, mottled. She's got orange eyes and pregnant, so her stomach could be described as swollen and round." It was the best he could do right now, surely it was enough!

He wasn't sure how the bird would do at scouting - how far could the male fly? "I was going to head to the river and see if I could pick anything up there." He wasn't sure whether it was better to have the bird fly with him there and check the other side in case she had gone to Blacktail Deer Plateau, or for the bird to head in a different direction entirely. Whatever Comet wanted to do, FitzDutiful would go along with.