The problem with the early warning system was that there just wasn't enough time in the day to devise some kind of sensitivity modifier to record whether the trigger had been lunch, something looking for lunch, or a far less threatening intruder. Two of the three options had about the same result, so there wasn't too much to complain about. In this case, it appeared to be a particularly annoying option three; annoying because there was more than one of them, and they should have been relying on the tried and true strength in numbers this far away from the village but instead were dividing their ranks to slowly crawl along the jungle floor like they actually didn't care too much to make it back to wherever they came from. And on that note, it must have been an interesting place to want to give up, because those were some very unusual costumes.
Skittering along a reliable network of branches, Antony tried to keep eyes on all three of them, but when one stupidly lumbered into one of the traps it was a chance he wasn't going to give up. There was a snap of something breaking high in the trees, sending a strange, naked bird fluttering from the branches and complaining loudly for the intrusion, and the ground beneath the one wrapped in the vibrantly red beacon (stupid, stupid) suddenly burst upward, scattering leaves, dirt, and a moss that had started to grow over the net that enveloped the interloper and wound him tight in a woven bag. Above him, where it now hung from what was obviously a suspiciously neat arrangement of branches forming a platform, something heavy landed then leaned over the edge to peer cheekily at him upside-down. This one was even skinnier up close. No wonder they gave him up to the beasts.