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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Maidhc O Casain" data-source="post: 4841063" data-attributes="member: 29558">Into the ScrubSunlight wanes as the party heads north from the camp, following the faint traces left by the alleged Pugwampis. Shadows spear out long from every rock and bush, and there's something very creepy in the afternoon air. Houwlou's hackles make a stiff brush as they stand up stiff from his neck, and everyone is on edge and looking in every direction to make certain sure nothing's sneaking up on them.About a quarter mile from the camp tracks similar to those found by Houwlou are plentiful, and obvious enough that everyone in the party can see them. Houwlou also finds tracks from a goat headed in the same direction as the dog tracks.A few hundred yards later, the sun drops completely behind the shoulder of a mountain to the west. Darkness falls quickly in the mountains, and within a few minutes full dark will descend.Tension ratchets up another notch, and everyone gets the inexplicable feeling that something terrible is about to happen. A cry rings out through the rapidly cooling mountain air . . . it sounds eerily like the wail of a child in pain.[sblock=OOC]Knowledge (Nature) checks, por favor.[/sblock]</blockquote>