No-Tail Hive

Starting Point
You have drawn dangerously near to the No-Tail Hive. /cIt is a cacaphony of sounds and smells - the strange barking of the enslaved Clansingers, the squealing songs of the Tailless hatchlings, and stranger, rhythmic striking sounds of shinestone on shinestone mix with the acrid smell of their oily skins, the dead beast-pelts with which they cover their Bodies, and the smell of the slain Trees from which they make their dens. It is like something from an evil dream./cSomehow, they do not smell you, despite your nearness, and you doubt they could hear your footfalls through such a din, but their shinestone-clad, bronzefang-wielding Giver guardians look very dangerous. /cStealth may be an option; If their eyes are as weak as their noses, you could risk slipping into their Hive and succeed./cYour feathers are quivering... fear is resting in your throat, insistently advising that you stay away from these mysterious Other-Beings and their unknowable Way.