She nods, clings a little tighter around his neck. At this angle, she can see his profile, almost count his eyelashes. She turns her head to determine where she emerged from the forest. Finding it, she tries to point.

"To the south. Not far." She looks back to him and glances up, her voice tinged with an urgency that wasn't there a moment ago.

"You're going to have to run."

There's a distant crashing in the underbrush, coming from the other side of the river. A moment later, a pack of wolves lets out a bone-chilling howl.