You ignore the house – one thing you've learned about Shantyland is the people can be aggressively nice; you could wind up in a social setting that requires politeness. You follow the sound of the branches snapping, water splashing, the sound of someone running away. You lift your camera and burst out of the under brush. Without thinking you snap a picture – but the creature before you doesn't look like something that would be called a swampsquach. It's large and reptilian – brightly colored with a stark white jaw that looks like its made of bone. It lowers its head, stomping its feet and the rumble it makes just might be a growl (writer's note: supposed to be an Inland Jawbone; they look round and friendly, maybe this one is trying to play? What would non-aggressive jawbones do that might look like its being aggressive?). It stomps its foot again and you only have half a second to turn and run.
You hear it crashing through the water behind you, but you don't care look back. You run as fast as you can push yourself, breaching the path. You stumble from the woods as you reach the goblin from earlier and a tall humanoid wolf that has more tech than you could imagine. The goblin notices you and seems to brighten. "You're back!" She runs over to you and without asking, she snatches the camera from you to look through it. Her face screws up in confusion. "A jawbone?? What're we supposed to do with that??" You let her ramble and rant at you as you just flop onto the ground. Maybe you're not cut out for cryptid hunting.