You crunch your way through the brush, swatting irritability at the odd fern that decides to accost you - which is most of them. As much as you’d like to avoid it, the thick, choking ferns rattle with every step you make rather noisily. The jungle life isn’t exactly quiet either, what with the shrill cries of the birds and bees. And the local avian and bee-inspired population, too. Despite all the noise, however, you can still make out something distinctly unnatural whispering from a bit away, like thick fans of some bit of industrial machinery. Like, say, something that hovers.
You glance down to your codex, curiously. The scanner doesn’t appear to be detecting anything, though whether it’s because whatever is making the noise doesn’t register as a threat or its simply out of the diminutive range you’re not sure. Figures. Probably just a survey probe drone....
The task of finding Carl’s wayward robot suddenly springs to mind. That’s probably it! You thrust your way through the greens once again, yanking at any leaves that come your way for propulsion as you chase after that whispering sound. Soon enough it gets louder and louder, until....
You poke your head out from a bush and find yourself looking into a clearing in the jungle floor. While there are plenty of low hanging plants still, the sky is mercifully visibly up above and the space is relatively clear of trees and other obstructions, at least any tall ones. A perfect arena to fight the prey that’s hovering in the middle!