camp
The small party makes its way down towards the tent, none too silently. They reach the small clearing on the edge of the river without incident. It is a pretty spot to camp, for what its worth. The river washes by smoothly, with a comforting rush. The trees are tall and green. The ground fairly flat, and soft with pine needles. Suddenly they hear a growl. From some brush next to the river emerges a large wolf, almost as big as a horse. Its hackles are raised, and its teeth barred. It is about 40 feet away from the party.