Felltree Marsh I'm left looking at the glowing ends

She didn't really pay close attention to if he heeded her advice.  She assumed he would keep up because he needed to, continuing the pace she'd set before of constant endurant pressing forward.  There was an urgency in her that, rather than fading with time, seemed to grow the longer she searched.  It ate at her silently.  Erzulie.

He ran and now had learned a hard lesson.  Seems most have left, she replied, feeling a familiar hopelessness.  It sounded as if the two were related, and were that the case, it meant her family would have found no shelter here.  This could be a dead end.

And it appeared it was.  Soundlessly she began to search when he confirmed the place where he lived, but as he'd said, she found no trace.  Whoever had lived here had left long enough ago that the trails had long since sank into the rain and earth.  How long ago did you run? she asked when she returned, either finding him or turning to find him following.