05 - Higher
The sergeant nods to Brigitte and calls over to Murphy. "'ang on a moment - get that fancy string rattle of yours ready to call a query, we're being whistled at." He takes in a long breath. "AWRIGHT, OO'S WHISTLIN AT US?"
Out in the forest, all the shouting is beginning to make Ngarungadurung feel exposed, despite the muffling of constant leaf-noise and cicada song. The riding-beast clearly feels it too, nosing gently at Speckles' shoulder until he rubs her chin in reassurance.
The horses near Brigitte have mostly calmed since the screaming, though the sergeant's shouting certainly has them skittish. He looks about. "-as for the Aboriginals, I think they're still about-hh!"
Garangwaari almost manifests herself out of the shadows of foliage, stepping forward. "We are here, together with you, but we think if one comes to attack we can close on him," she mimes catching something in her hands, her arms and carrying-basket both presently empty. "-Ngamurudyin has a weapon and our baby at this time, to be most safe. We have not run away."
The sergeant eyes her uncertainly. "Well, good to know," he allows, and resumes listening, though he doesn't seem to catch anything.