>"Thanks. You can go back to sleep now."
>Head in the direction this mouse indicated. Quietly. Don't want to disturb anything big and nasty at this point.
>"Sure," he squeaks, continuing to munch on the cracker.
>You head northward, making an effort to move quietly. For all the ominous information you've been given, the trip is remarkably... mundane. Were you not expecting something unpleasant, the environment would give you no cause to suspect such. You carry on in this fashion for another 15 minutes or so, keeping an eye out for unusual trails or anything else which stands out. There are several places where the ground may have been disturbed by something large, but the markers are indistinct; you cannot be certain that it was such a creature, let alone what kind of creature it was. Really, it could be caused by any number of things. You're probably overreaching...
>Eventually, you become aware of a new scent among the wood. Something... faintly unpleasant, although it's very vague and you cannot say what it is.