A brightly colored bird flew unsteadily up the cliff face, then transformed into human form, collapsing onto the ground, panting heavily like a dog.
"How is it? Did you find anything?"
Another person with golden-yellow hair stepped forward and asked anxiously. The Avian tribe beastman sat up and shook his head:
"I couldn't go down any further. Flying a bit and resting a bit, after about six stages I was squeezed to the point of being unable to breathe."
Quinlan disappointedly slammed his fists together. If their tribe still had large Avian beastmen, it would have been great; they could have flown down the middle of the cliff to search for those two.
Anthony also despondently scratched the ground, his pure white fur already covered in dirt and weeds, his voice carrying a hint of sorrow: "Going up from the bottom doesn't work, jumping down from the top isn't feasible either. We aren't even sure if they really fell down or..."
