Harlon notices everyone staring at him.
"It's just a friend of mine. Nothing to be staring about," he mumbles.
With that, the raven takes to the air and begins circling the area in a wide, slow gyre.
"I think he'll be able to help us. We might get a better view from the air." As he finishes speaking, Harlon seems to be concentrating and something else unseen by the rest of the party. "Yes, that must be it. There's quite a bit of brush in the way. We'd likely never have seen it from the ground. Over that way," he points. "that second hillside."
Sure enough, the second hill to the west has a large clump of brush growing out of its flank. Above it, the raven is now flying it a tight circle, directly above the flank with the clump of trees.