It is not uncommon for the eradication of an expeditionary force to occur, especially during ominous conjunctions of the lunae. While it is rarer, it is not unheard of for a survivor to make it back, though the words "lone explorer" are synonymous with "dead explorer".
She came to the gates a shivering wreck, whispering words even a madman would not decipher. She was quickly recognised and, if the records were true, she had wandered those woods for twelve days. Her tattered cloths, fungi infested rags, told their own tale of her comrades and their fate.
At first she was heralded as a miracle, to have survived so much, even to return broken was a gift. It was a casual look in her eyes that revealed what lurked within; no man should look into a pair of eyes and see hundreds looking back at him. What became of the colony is unknown, it fled as screams filled the lunae lit night, a woman's shape running back into the dark.