South it is!

So far so good on the maybe-monkey situation; nothing seems to be out there screeching right this moment. They'll hear the occasional rustle of branches and dead leaves, but that's probably just the wind, right?

Heading south past their original starting point, they'll have to cross the river once more, but they seem to be old hat at that by now. What awaits them beyond, following the buried tracks, is deeper, thicker forest. At times, the metal becomes harder to trace, rusted away in places by years of disuse and the ravages of nature. Eventually, they'll get to a point where it seems like they should stop and camp once more, but, hmm... there's something poking its head out from the trees up ahead.

Looking up, they might at first mistake the hulking form for one of the more terrifying spirits, but a careful inspection reveals that it's not a head at all, but some sort of metalwork. A thin, slanted tower, perhaps? But there's also something dangling from its end, a massive hook on cables.

They could reach it before they get too exhausted, but they're always welcome to stay the night in the forest. With the. Er. "Wind".