Beginning VI-2-3-5
You trudge onward, beginning to sweat for the exertion, as the trees close in ever more thickly about you.
It is almost the fullness of the night. No more light glows in the sky above the dapple of the leaves.
Suddenly, you hear a loud rustling up ahead and to the right.
You freeze.
The rustling sounds again. It has moved to some point directly ahead, just off the path.
Then you hear it loudly - crunching twigs and leaves and branches disturbed - as something large moves through the undergrowth, unseen and getting nearer - a peril on the breeze.
...
Yes. It's definitely approaching.
Walking carefully. Coming down the slope from the south.
There is a large crack of breaking timber, and a storm of movement.
At that moment, an awesome terror comes upon you.
Something tells you, from deep within the wells of your intuition, that you must flee now or see your doom.