They did not heed her words.
Kyva could not fathom why they believed she had any hand in the monster's strange avoidance of her. In truth, she had scarcely recovered from the swamp monster of the previous day, and the sight of those great footprints spoke of something far more dreadful prowling nearby in this part of the jungle.
But if these two were prepared to meet their end, she was not.
She had just begun the slow mending of her life after fleeing from the accursed establishment. And now she had snowpuff as well.
If she were to fall here… who would see to Snowpuff's care?
There were many things she longed to accomplish before meeting death.
But what was she to do?
"Ah," she heard Finn muse as they pressed deeper onward, "even the trees grow thinner here. So many have been cast down. I don't think it's safe to proceed without proper guidance."
