He shook his head, but before he could say more, his stomach lurched and the world blurred. Eleven dropped to the overgrowth of the forest floor, blinking through the disorientation once again.

Once he'd regained himself, Eleven pushed to his feet, then peered through the branches spanning over their heads. Through the foliage, it was difficult to see anything, but his attention shifted to the next tree, then the ground and bushes spread around them.

"Now I guess we hope to find a few feathers.." And if they found any, attempt to sort out whether or not they were the right ones. The task that had seemed straightforward before now seemed to rely a bit too much on fortune.