You trip over roots and stumble past branches that try to cling to you. You feel like this cluttered path hasn't seen much in the way of people – Rangers or locals. Any cryptid would be so lucky to live in this sort of an area. You hear movement and lift your camera, bursting out from behind a tree. The picture you snap is of a very startled humanoid wolf. She stares at you and you stare at her. "What do you think you're doing?" she demands. You tell her hesitantly about the swampsquach. "Oh," she's looking at you a bit differently now, like she's actually looking at you, "You're one of them, huh?" She shakes her head a little and turns back to her work. "You know the swampsquach is just a creature that hasn't been classified, right? If it even exists. They about it being a cryptid but cryptids are easily explained. It's just as likely that it's a local that makes themselves scarce. We don't know much about their culture, so." She shrugs and gives you a look that's almost pitying. "You're better off just heading back and doing some actual work." You wonder vaguely if she has a point.
-skirt around to the clear path and see what you find.
-Delve deeper into the overgrown area.