The cluttered path is exactly that: cluttered. Vines from trees hand down from numerous branches, the trees twist their own way, while the under brush reach out for each other. You feel like no one has ever gone down this way before and what better way for a cryptid to hid? You step through the leaves like a veil, surrounded by the thick atmosphere. It's very much like you're in a swamp now, the damp heat pressing into you. You walk a little bit further when you hear a voice. "Help me!" it cries out. "Please!"
-go to the voice. You're a ranger, after all.
-Actually, you think you see something in the buses AWAY from the voice.