Haunted Wood I'm gonna smoke you out

exhaustion rams into her repeatedly, like an old guy behind you in the line-up at walmart slamming his cart into your heels every time you shuffle forward. but she was hardly going to admit that by going with the second option, and so straightened, saying, "we can walk." in her mind, she still had one up on him, and there was no way she was letting what little edge she had slip away by showing any weakness. 

padding a few steps parallel to the river, she glanced back at him, a silent, "come on." she may not know where she was going, but hell if she was going to let him lead.