There they are, said Nyctimene, landing on her shoulder.

Athena looked through the eyes of the owl and could see the Tribe struggling in an untidy bunch up the mountain. They were still too far away to see clearly, even for Nyctimene, but she thought she could make out Pandora, Epimetheus and Prometheus at the front. Pandora, at least, was unmistakable in her long cloak and feather headdress. The one she thought was Prometheus was leading an animal on a rope. It was quite big ...