The truck is a rusted heap with wooden seats and a missing windshield. But it gives you a good view of the woods and the entire surrounding farm, and the coming darkness will hide you completely. There's an old (but newer than the truck) gray tarp in the back. A bit of skill in hiding and skulking would let you position the tarp so it doesn't draw attention while keeping the precipitation off and letting you see out.
The main problem is the cold. You'd have to be tough as old wood to sit through the cold drizzle long enough for something to appear, even with the tarp in place.
The clouds darken and the wind gusts. You smell something on the air: it's out there, whatever it is.
I consider how to approach people at the restaurant.
I consider what the town offices might offer.
Time for a stakeout. I tug that tarp over what's left of the truck so I can hide, curl up against the cold, and wait.
My near-human glabro form will lend me the endurance I need for an extended stakeout.
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