(OOC: everyone mark off 3 rations for the day.)

When night falls, it is pitch black and even colder than before. Sean finds the campsite to be good for the group. All around the group is a blanket of snow covering thick trees and vast pastures, with the sounds of howling animals occasionally breaking the silence of the night.

During Sean's guard shift, the scout finds his vigil over his comrade's sleep to be interrupted by some lumbering mass of fur and muscle cooking out of the tree line!
He immediately identifies the beast as a bear...one that is suffering from dehydration as the foam around its mouth implies.

Wait, dehydration? How? There's plenty of snow around...
Unless the bear is rabid...
(OOC: welcome to another random encounter. If you managed to set up noise-maker traps, the sleeping party members won't be caught too off-guard...)