You make your way successfully around the vast grove of Viper Nettles, and find your way back to the stream. From there to the cove the going gets somewhat easier, the typical afternoon rains fail to make their appearance, and you make good enough time that you decide to press on even after the sun sets behind the ridges and trees to the west. As the light fails, clouds begin to roll in over the trees and it becomes clear that the rains were only delayed, not absent. The rains start moments before you reach the cove; the torrential downpour is heavy enough to limit vision to 10 or 15 feet, and the sound is near deafening.
Making your camp in the pitchy black of the starless night proves a daunting task, especially for those more affected by the fatigue of your ordeal and without the enhanced vision granted by non-human blood, but you manage to do so. Jask and Aerys pitch in willingly, Sasha and Gelik much less so - but they do enough at least to claim they're carrying their weight.
Wet, miserable and exhausted, you huddle under the shelter of your lean-to, gnawing on the last remaining rations and almost shouting to be heard over the thundering rain as you discuss plans for the remainder of the evening and beyond . . .
OOC: Watches? Other duties? Anything else before bedding down?