Kraken stands up and surveys the land around him. After a moment of thought, he strikes out to the west cutting across some tangled patches of scrub bush. A short time later he steps out in a slightly lusher patch of ground where a trickle of water flows down the slope towards the beach. It looks like there will be enough open ground here to support the expedition camp. As you start to circle the area to ensure that there are no surprises, you begin to detect a faint odor of decay in the air. The farther you move upslope the more powerful the smell becomes. Hacking at the thick undergrowth, you stumble upon the remains of a fair-sized beast. It looks to be some kind of large reptile, nearly six feet long from snout to tail tip. It's foreclaws are thinner than its back legs, indicating it is a predatory biped. It's face is pulled back in a rictus of death revealing a mouth filled with pointed teeth. It's chest and stomach reveal large wounds now covered in fat, black flies.
Other than the discovery of carrion nearby, the campsite appears ideal. While part of the group begins clearing away some of the brush, a few return to the longboats to signal the ships to begin sending over supplies. By nightfall the tents have been setup and half of the supplies have been unloaded. The captain has already set his sailors to work refilling the water casks for the return trip. The promised rain begins near nightfall, drenching the camp in a downpour. Even with the logs stacked high in the firepit, the flames are sputtering and burning low. The few people still up and about light lanterns and sit huddled against the cold as they wait for the storm to let up. Near midnight, with the rain still coming down strongly, an inhuman shriek pierces the night some distance away upslope. More cries join in, creating a cacophony that carries far despite the sound of the rain falling. Soon everyone is awake as the sound grows closer.
OOC: Roll your Initiative