Alesandaire, you look around, but you don't notice much out of the ordinary at the back of the caravan except a large grouping of boulders, about the size of a house altogether, about 15 feet to east of the trail.
Mobya, as you try to pull the horse to a stop, it angrily stomps its feet splashing a bit of mud on your clothes, but you manage to halt the front wagon as Silv'ar indicated. You see him move forward, attempting stealth but fighting the sucking sounds of the mud on his boots.
Silv'ar, as you are about to round the bend your foot pulls a large glop of mud up and it falls to splash in a puddle: You hear loud barking and snarling follow coming from around the corner, and another growl but it seems to come from another creature. As you peek around a tree trunk, you see 3 bulky, pale grey humanoid creatures huddled around some sort of carrion, and a large two-headed dog tied to a tree near them, they are about 40-45 feet down this road. The dog appears to be lunging against the ropes in your direction, and one of the bulky creatures lifts up its head, cocking it to the side listening. A second turns to the dog and lets out a loud growl at it, but the dog does not calm. (you can make a history or nature check to try and recognize more about them.)
@Mourn?Morn? (With an 18) you remember faerie tales of strange cannibalistic humanoids perverted by their worship of other creatures that dwell in deep deep caves, in a place called the Underdark. You remember particularly scary stories about these creatures sometimes coming to the surface at night to find a meal. The stories usually said they liked tender flesh best (which is why parents would tell their kids to stay in at night).
*Whispering to the group with a sort of musical hum* Back on the farm when my father used to have a wolf issue he would always use a sheep as bait. Worked 100% of the time..... for us, for the sheep more like 20%. *Raising my shoulders and eyebrows in a contemplative look*
Mobya looks at the Merchant with a mix of incredulity and exasperation. She gets down, ties the reigns to a large piece of log by the road, and grabs hold of her scimitar. She looks to her travelmates and nods her head towards the grimlocks.
Agozur will stand out at the front of the group and in a fit of excitement exclaim "We need to slay these foul beast... We are a strong few but we must defeat them, if not for ourselves for the next people who decide to journey down the road" placing his rather large firbolg hand on Mobya's shoulder "This little one is prepared for her destiny." before turning to set off.