He gazed thoughtfully at several birds in the distance. They were hopping and chirping merrily on the branches, completely unaffected by the "magnetic field disruption."
'Perhaps the key to the problem isn't the 'field' itself, but the way life interacts with the 'field'?'
He muttered this to himself, but his voice was too low, drowned out by the discussions of the others.
They spent the next day much the same way: stopping periodically to take notes and conduct research.
That evening, guided by Uncle Cai, the team made camp on another suitable leeward slope.
As usual, the evening was a flurry of note-taking and discussion.
Yang Qi, Uncle Cai, and Jiang Kai gathered together again, chatting about the day's findings and their plans for tomorrow.
As night deepened, silence once again enveloped the mountain forest, broken only by the crackle of the campfire and the occasional chirp of an insect.
Suddenly—
"Hoo-hoo-hooo—Hoo-hoo-hooo—"
