[The thing in the trees ahead is massive but that's all Rosinante has been able to discern. He's out here looking for stranded new folks and hoping desperately meanwhile that he'll come across the cigarettes he tried to request in the new portal system, but so far he's been out of luck. Thankfully the pounding headaches have receded over the last couple of weeks but it doesn't make him any happier about not getting a smoke since April.

As he stalks soundlessly forward through the trees, trying to tell if the sounds ahead are coming from the long legs that move between the trunks or if there's a person there as well, the door of an old cabin shuts and the edge of it is barely illuminated in the darkness by someone's lantern. Phew. Non-spirit. He doesn't recognize the voice, but whoever that is ahead has noticed the thing in the forest as well.

With a thump of his hand on his chest he releases the calm. The guy's on edge and he'd like to keep his head attached to his body. He calls out from some distance behind, but keeps his eyes fixed on where he last saw that enormous spirit - an antler, maybe, an appendage, something had blocked out a star for a moment.]

Back away from that thing slowly. Come over here. I don't know if it's dangerous, but you probably don't want to find out.