Camping alone had never been seen as a very smart idea. Sure, there were ways to keep safe, though there were a million ways for things to go wrong. A gun might save one from a wild animal, but it won’t save them from a sudden cliffside. It wouldn’t save them from a tree falling in the night; they couldn’t shoot away the poor temperatures or intimidate the nature surrounding into sparing their life.

And, as the locals knew, camping in such a month as this, as the beginnings of winter nipped at the warmth of noses and sent shivers down spines... was certainly a demand for death.

The rumors were as outrageous as many others. There were stories of humanoid giants covered in fur to the west, creatures that hid in the bottom of the lake to the east. Here though, only one legend remained. Something that was hardly spoken on, for fear it might seek out the whisperers of its name. Something that the poor traveler who now unfortunately found this forest a good place to camp would soon be very aware of.