At this moment, Carine Laplace crests a ridge to see something resembling civilization for the first time in hours, a group of half a dozen cabins spread out in front of a modestly sized lake. They are perhaps ten minutes of light jogging away, thrice that, if she were to continue at her current pace. She also spies a figure floating gently near the middle of the lake and, albeit briefly, another individual rounding the corner of one of the cabins. However, Carine is too far to make out any actual details beyond that.

Chelsea Higgins has been mostly left alone in the waters of the lake. A few individuals had spent some time swimming near the campsite beach, but they never got far enough out to be considered "close" to Chelsea, and besides, they had gotten out of the water a little while ago. At this moment, she was floating, drifting slightly as light winds made small currents in the water.

Jim Bodily had seen the redheaded woman from the lodge swimming in the lake as he ambled the various trails but had seen a scarce few other people beyond that. There had been a man in a tracksuit who looked somewhat familiar as they passed each other. He had given Jim quite the odd look as he ran by. Jim still hadn't been able to place what emotion it was conveying. Though, now, he was admiring the patterns of the water as it flowed down from the mountains, over rocks and fallen branches, and into the lake, the ripples of water spreading and disappearing into the calmer water of the lake.

And it is at this moment, all three of these individuals, Chelsea, Carine, Jim, and indeed any park-goer, hear a cry from the collection of cabins. None of the three can tell what emotion is behind the scream before it is suddenly silenced. A moment later, another noise can be heard, a sound that most closely resembles the howl of a wolf, though there is a different timbre to the howl that none of them had heard from a wolf before.