The cawing crows
The eastern path winds a bit, turning gradually northward. The light filtering through the trees gradually dims as the evening approaches. The trail intersects another trail heading west, but the party continues north. The ravens were not far. Then you hear the cawing of crows.
Approaching, you see a flock of ravens flapping their wings over the ground, apparently fighting over something. The animals whinny and bark as you approach. Through the mass of black wings, you glimpse two half-eaten corpses, with tusk-like lower teeth. Orcs.
Beyond the crows, the path continues, curving northwest.