The hunting team turned out to be only Arthur and Sybille, but none of them complained. If the rest of the crew needed to rest, then it was fine. Arthur would not be the type of person to be angry at that.
Sybille walked beside Arthur, and as they went inside the island's forest, she asked, "Are we looking for anything specific?"
"Big animals to feed everyone, and anything suspicious may indicate human activity or another type of sentient species," Arthur said.
It was an unexplored island, at least it looked like one, so there was no clear path for them to take, and the vegetation was denser, thus hard to navigate.
"It smells so fresh? Completely different from the cities," Sybille said, filling her lungs with fresh air.
The atmosphere was different; fresh air, green, and many animals, mostly small ones. A yellow bird flew passed them, stopping on a tree branch, using its peck to hit the tree in a fashioned manner.