Haunted Wood whistlin' past the graveyard

She did not expect him to turn back, retrace his anger-forged path through the snow. But that he did, advancing towards her, making a statement she had not expected. Relief coursed through her, relief that he had not left her here to fade away in the snow. Perhaps she'd know it to be an illogical plan in time to come. She knew that to agree would be selfish; had she not left him in the knowledge he'd be better off with his pack, without his attacker? Still, it was tempting. How easy it would be to cut away what had transpired up to this point, the disappointment and the failure. And she knew that in her current state, she could not do it alone. 

 "anywhere." she echoed, the thought tantalizing, inviting. they could leave the valley, move north or south or west, where she'd heard the coast stretched wide. She swayed a little, but awareness burned a little bright in her gaze as she looked at him. "what is your name?"  She was on the edge of committing to his promise, on the edge of selfish and stupid agreement. But first; she wanted to know the name of the boy who offered her her an uncertain future.