The evening sun was beginning to dip low in the sky, and the coffee pot was finally making its way to the fire. It was going to be a long night attempting to follow the trail of footprints that was barely visible in the light of day. The creatures only stirred at night making travel safer.
A few miles down the trail the evidence left in the wake of their visit was a harsh reality. The remains of the village with half eaten corpses let off a stench to putrid to describe in the tracking journal.