Neverwinter Forest Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds.

She was high on adrenaline and determination, the feelings pushing her through the trees and allowing her to mostly ignore the burning of her shoulder; the wound was deep and long, and would certainly be painful after the fact, but she couldn't afford to think about that now. She only concentrated on the bloody form of the intruder ahead of them, her excitement rising as he slammed into a tree; she thought that might be there chance to take him down for good, but he recovered quickly despite his condition, fueled by his own adrenaline and self-preservation. 

She didn't stop once she hit the ice, knowing that terrain, as well. If anything, the fact that Matty had died here only fueled her bitter anger. She would have chased the trail for hours if she had her way, but the absence of Mal at her side made her skid to a halt on the ice. She stood there, panting for a few moments before making her way back, starting to limp a little as she made the decent back into the forest. Blood stained her face from her own cuts and from the injuries she had dealt the intruder. The wound on her shoulder was gaping and seeping blood down her leg, but she didn't care. All she could think was that they had failed. What if he healed up and came back? They should have followed him and finished the job, but now that she was calming a little, she knew that wouldn't have been possible. 

That knowledge didn't stop the disappointment from settling heavy in her chest as she came to stand in front of Mal. He suggested that they go see Aibreann, probably for their wounds. Yeah, okay. was all she said, clearly as unhappy about the outcome as he was. Then she waited for him to lead the way, stewing silently behind him as they walked.