The woods seem to go on forever, but it’s probably the pressure to escape that is driving me wild. If we have one hiccup, those howls will be on top of us, along with those they belong to. I try not to fall or stumble, especially because Valeria is hot on my heels and not letting up.

We reach another stream, this one being much smaller than the one we used before. I’m not sure that it’ll work and come to a stop. She nudges my hindquarters with her head to keep moving. I wish I could talk ...