The side of the ursine brute rose its front left claws as it halted the troupe, breaking the outlook of the opaque belt of the horizon before their ensuing trek. 

The druid saw something, but required the eyes of clouds to enumerate his suspicions.

The ashen familiar, registering the signal of the paw, flashed phosphorescent feathers full of dark flight, issuing into the naked sky above. Judgment's wings flickered into the heavens, the sleeping blue which wrapped the earth with its breathy maw. The fowl would have to gather intel, alone, as it elusively severed the range with its master’s mystical visual connection. 

The bear, with a lively grunt, turned and revealed its stratagem upon the compressed soil, audibly drawing the scheme afore the company. Talons revealed two etch marks on parallel sides representing a pair, flanking either direction of the enemy's pavilion, depicted as a circle. The square in the middle materialized as the paw beat the transcendent thorax and again pointed at the quadrangular polygon, suggesting self, buried in the symbol of the rectangle. Its long legs, supporting the broad furry back, reflexively fidgeted into a more comfortable position, intermittently, while crouching, immersed in the devices of drawing arrows. The bear up the middle, while each duo verging the lateral skirts of the elliptical campsite.

The dirty ruse was complete.

The sailor only lingered for the avian’s return.