Jim can hear the reptilian hiss from just below him before the jaws snap shut hard- too fast, too close! The creature's moving slower than the terrified human, and it's not tall enough to reach the branch above. Stratos has to grab at the nearest overhead branch to keep from falling out, however.

"What-?!" He sputters, only to find his gaze dragged down to the scaly mass and the pallid yellow glow of the eyes below them. From this angle they have a full, unpleasant view. The creature looks like a crocodile warped into humanoid shape and given unholy size, taller than any human or elf. And were that all, they'd have little to fear, but there's a cold intelligence in those eyes. Stratos has a horrible feeling he knows what this is.

Then it takes hold of the rope and starts pulling the branch down.

"Talos- Jim, where's your PINpoint?" Because if the captain left it with the pack down there, Stratos might have to get dangerous.