As the group turns north to follow the figure, a now familiar howl echoes again, this time closer. Much closer.
The party continues to trudge north as fast as they can. They figure starts to lead them northwest and continues to move faster then the party can, long time association with jungle movement probably.
As the group runs they notice things about the figure keeping ahead of them. He is very broad of shoulder and stands close to 5 feet tall. His dark green cloak and boots give him natural camouflage in this dense jungle. The bow across his back looks serviceable, but you don't see a quiver.
After what seems like an eternity the figure bursts ahead in speed. When the party catch up to him they are in a small clearing, the center of which is a hill about 15 feet above ground level at it's tallest. What looks to be natural barricade of short shrubs and bushes provide a path to the top of the hill. The figure is standing just at the bottom of the hill. When the party catches up, they notice a very long black beard travel down the front of the figures cloak, bird feathers entwined with the beard. A dwarven face, black as coal, looks out from under the hood of the cloak, green eyes piercing against the dark skin.
"We have a choice to make. We won't reach our destination before the vreshka, atleast Silar, catches up with us. The choice is fight or flight. Do we continue on to our destination and hope to make it before they catch up to us, or do we make a stand here? Decide, quickly, for either way we take will need more time then we have."