There wasn't anything to see in the darkness. Not yet. What there was was more sound, and whatever it was coming from, it was closer than it had been.
The next sound was sharp. A scraping of metal, or maybe stone, against wood. Loud, but not like the scream. The scream had come from a bit of a distance, enough to echo through the trees, and be both jarring and disorienting. This was loud because it was much, much closer.
The sun had set at last, leaving only the light that the group provided for themselves. In the darkness, something was moving.