Avoiding any chance that they might step in to the three toed frog territory, the group began to move ahead without issues. True to the thought, the red jungle raccoons were not anywhere near them. They had effectively been scared away when one of them had died. It was rare for them to face a predator that could actually kill one of them.
But there were signs that the jungle was changing little by little based on the territories they were moving near. Specifically, Clark was brought to focus on a single odd thing he had not expected.
"The trees ahead are crushed. I think something large grabbed them or twisted them maybe?" Jerold had taken the opportunity to scout ahead a little ways. It had taken them about half an hour to catch up, but in that time, Jerold had managed to become thoroughly confused.
