Clint looked up at the treetops when he heard the creature jumping across the branches above him. He saw a green form moving between the trees, but given its speed and the cover of the treeline it was impossible to discern any more details about whatever Clint was looking at. Nonetheless, Clint assumed the cry to be left alone came from said individual as he saw that some kind of bird was chasing it. Clint took a moment to note how the bird, despite being no species which he recognized, curiously appeared to be just a simple bird despite his expectation that all animals in this strange land would be extremely different from those which he knew. Recognizing that the bird was in pursuit of the mysterious green creature, Clint picked up the nearest stick while calling out to the others, "Hey y'all, we ought'a stop that thing."
Clint threw the stick into the air, carefully aiming in the bird's path. Aim was the least of Clint's concerns however, as his arms lacked the strength which would allow him to reach the bird by throwing his stick. The stick hardly traveled more than two meters high before falling onto the grass with an erratic bounce. Clint watched it fall, sighing with a deadpan expression on his face, though nobody could read it under the cover of his helmet-like head. "No idea why I tried that," Clint muttered in disappointment.
Clint threw the stick into the air, carefully aiming in the bird's path. Aim was the least of Clint's concerns however, as his arms lacked the strength which would allow him to reach the bird by throwing his stick. The stick hardly traveled more than two meters high before falling onto the grass with an erratic bounce. Clint watched it fall, sighing with a deadpan expression on his face, though nobody could read it under the cover of his helmet-like head. "No idea why I tried that," Clint muttered in disappointment.