The Tangle those that keep the faith

With their move here imminent, East found himself making frequent trips to learn the land--search all the areas for any signs of weakness so that when they did finally make the tangle their home, there was less of a chance of being taken by surprise. He really hated surprises--preferred the safety and reassurance of knowing what the future held. He wasn't naive, though; he knew it was impossible to account for everything, but he could certainly try to be as prepared as possible. 

East traversed carefully but efficiently across the rocky terrain, ears turning toward the occasional sound in the distance, but eyes remaining on the path in front of him. He paused to look up at the sky when the dark wave of birds temporarily cast a large shadow over him and ground in front of him. He watched, entranced by the sight until the sky was clear again, golden gaze scanning the area afterwards for danger. The corvidae caught his attention from where it perched in the tree, and the gona sat back on his haunches, expression curious as he watched.