It means they're all in trouble

As Birch closed in on the camp, he quickly took stock of the situation; 2 tents, one with at least two voices, one silent. Sneaking quietly, he first he checked the silent tent. One girl, one boy, both very ****. He closed the tent and prepared to sneak up on the other one.

Meanwhile inside the tent Angie was playing with her phone. “I still can't get any service. Maybe we should try walking up a hill or something.”

“That won't help all the way out here.” Rowan said. “We'll just have to wait until tomorrow. You should go to sleep.” Rowan was strongly fighting his own desire to go look for her himself, but abandoning the rest of the group would leave them just as helpless. The best thing he could do, he reasoned, was to keep the fire going all night in case Hazel could see it. He was preparing to go out and throw more wood on it when he heard a stirring outside.

“What was that? Did anyone hear that?” He asked nervously.

“I didn't hear any--” Angie was cut off by another sound they both definitely heard. A moment later the tent flap quickly opened, a small round object was tossed inside and then it closed just as quickly. The object popped open upon hitting the ground and a large green scorpion-like creature emerged. Unlike a normal scorpion it was about the size of a small dog and had many barbs sticking out of it's tail instead of one. Rowan leapt into action, pushing the girls behind him and squaring off with the scorpion, looking for an opportunity to stomp on it. Unexpectedly the creature fired a barb from it's tail, striking Rowan in the forehead. It took only a moment for the venom to work, knocking him ****. Then the creature similarly barbed the girls, who were frozen in fear.

It only took a few seconds until all the commotion in the tent ceased. The scorpion then emerged from the tent and returned to it's cage. Birch then set about gathering captives and cleaning their camp, and within a few minutes it was as if they had never been there.