[ She doesn't question the choice nor does she spare him a second glance. He's capable, she's sure of it, and that's enough for her to move: it's brisk but smoothly done, as if they'd been heading in that direction all along, and when they're close enough, she crouches to the ground and slides under the meagre shelter, slipping neatly through the mud.
It's only when they're both under that she peers out at the thing tracking them. She can't see it, but she can feel that it's still out there. ]
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It's only when they're both under that she peers out at the thing tracking them. She can't see it, but she can feel that it's still out there. ]