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.