Above them the tree tops were still hidden and sounds like mute whistling came from there.
Boyce began to believe in the gremlin lore and the evil that was supposed to be associated with it.
If it wasn't for the woman travelling with them, Boyce believed that they would have been out of the forest by this time.
Grenadine limped very little but she held on to Lloyd's right arm at all times.
Boyce didn't like that. He saw that Lloyd would have a very slow response in drawing his weapon if it became necessary.
They kept walking and never stopped for a rest.
Grenadine didn't ask for any rest and Boyce had thought that, for a woman, that was peculiar.
With every hour that passed, and they made it further through the forest, Boyce trusted that woman less and less. He couldn't tell this to Lloyd, however. His preoccupation with Grenadine would have made him unreasonable towards Boyce's views about her, so Boyce kept his thoughts to himself and kept his wits about himself.
Lloyd and Grenadine talked to one another throughout the entire distance travelled since they left the rocky ledge where they slept last night.
Lloyd had forgotten an agreement that they made way back in Besten when they chose this route. It was Lloyd's suggestion, too.