Shawn made sure no one was watching when he slipped away from the camp. He hated camping, hated the woods, hated everything about being here. It was getting dark, but the 13 year-old wasn't scared of the dark - there wasn't anything dangerous around here. He moved deeper into the woods, noting the direction so he could make his way back much later. A good scare for the scout masters and his parents might cure them of this 'roughing it is good for you' crap.
As the sun set, the boy noticed some flickering lights among the tree branches. Lightning bugs? They seemed large for that, but even a giant lightning bug posed no danger. He got a little concerned when a small swarm of them started to fly around him, but after a while he got used to the curious insects. Well away from the camp now, Shawn stopped to plan out his next course of action. He should have brought something warm, for it would be a cold night. As he pondered what to do, he became aware of a strong smell that grew rapidly into a powerful stink. Then he jumped forward with a shout as something large and soft pressed against the back of his head. He stumbled and fell, twisting to land on his back. His eyes went wide as he recognized the animal immediately.