Where could they go that it would be safe? Every step brought them towards danger. The army seemed to be everywhere, and they weren't even running away from one army- but two. Kella stepped closer to Aryn's side and released a white puffed breath. Then nodded.
It really didn't matter the direction they took, but this mountain path seemed more treacherous than the last. And with the pair getting separated from the others so quick and fast....
No, that was not something she needed to worry about. There were so many lives at stake here- including her own.
It was cold, bitter cold and the winds were biting. Even through it, part of her wished it'd storm. A storm could easily hide their footing, hide their tracks, as they scrambled along and were barely able to hide their own. They hadn't really the time. They needed to stay ahead, and no matter which way they climbed, the echoes of the approaching army loomed closer.
It wasn't until Kella's boots caught a patch of ice that she felt herself free fall, if not briefly, before she caught herself against Aryn's side. Though her screamed caught to the winds and carried downward, something hard and pressing made her realize at least she was alive- and hadn't fallen down to her death. Trembling, she peeled herself away to realize she had been saved by Aryn- but she hadn't the chance to thank him when an arrow sunk between their head, shaking as it stuck into the mountain side- inches away from their certain death.