His curiosity towards organics and other societies is just about endless, but the news of the missing explorers is even moreso. He takes a quick scouting trip, the benefit of being able to fly, coming back with a double armload of stuff--remains of tents, a half-empty rucksack, all the signs of a human camp.

"Did these--?" He almost doesn't want to finish the question. "I think...bad things may have happened." He's already looking toward the waving sea of colorful grass, knowing he has to go out and find out more.