At least this time Peter isn't being a complete ass about it and trying to ditch his daemon or something equally idiotic. He and Cascia are sticking close together -- even if the memory of her hadn't resurfaced the moment they saw each other, both can sense in the other the need to stick close and take care of one another. Peter can hear both their -- both his -- breaths as they peer into the darkness, stumbling through the woods in a hopeless search for somewhere safe. What's stalking them can see them a mile off, and they'll never see him until he's on them, until he sinks he fangs into Peter's neck. Peter has no hope of hiding from him, no hope of outrunning him. He can practically hear the monster chuckling to itself as it watches, toying with him, waiting for the moment when it will finally pounce.

A twig snaps, and Peter and Cascia both jump. Peter twists around to face the source of the sound, breathing fast. Cascia, on the other hand, falls right over, muscles stiff and legs sticking straight out.