After their arduous trek through the New World the small group of Hunters stumbled upon a clearing in the wood, a sight to be savor when their previous exploits that day included wrangling with the relentlessly voracious wildlife and sentient fauna as well as treacherous terrain that almost seemed specifically tailored to catch unsuspecting wanderers. A clear stream flowed through providing a source of much needed water for the fatigued travelers, as well as having a family of bushes that grew berries that had appearance similar to roll cakes, and a taste similar to candied pineapple.
Beyond just the resource advantages it held, the clearing provided visibility which protected against potential ambushes from the natives as well as generating a much needed illusion of safety and protection. Deciding this would be the best place to stay for the night as the sun was to set soon, the group set up camp here.
They spent the golden hour before the sunset setting up their shelter and fire as well as refilling their canteens, and foraging for food that would serve as the sole comfort of the harsh world they were sent to explore.
A pleasant aroma danced through the camp as the ingredients of their soon-to-be banquet was lit by their campfire whose blazing crackles created a symphony for the stomach when combined with the bubbling of the makeshift cauldron. Around the camp the Hunters laughed with their company, and for the first time that day, morale was high. However this would not last.
This distant world was not a kind one, and when light faded from the world, the Yellow Beasts descended from above.