Blackfoot Forest do you feel ashamed?

She might have forced him further into the mountains, but a storm was brewing. Marina urged him on with a watchful eye cast ahead, careful to avoid letting on that she had no real notion of where they should go next. Winter was thrashing out its last from the sky in harsh periodic flurries; surely it would kill the man to be caught in one now. She had no intention of letting him die without her leave.

So she guided the dying man to the small mouth of a cave just as the winds began to truly pick up. Into darkness, then, and not a moment too soon. Marina glanced back at the shrieking, cracking sound of a weakened tree giving way to the storm, having held out against too many before it. She looked away just as the wind whipped a thick limb against the cave's entrance with a deafening crack. She felt the sound in her bones, and didn't stop to watch the snow packing itself into the slim cracks of light around the limb.

Keep moving, Marina forced herself to sound steadier than she felt. Maybe he would think that she'd planned this. Maybe that was just her own wishful thinking.