"Well, if I've learned anything about stories, it's that all stories are steeped in some sort of truth. Or the image of it," Reneth said. He gave her a laugh, short and awkward, maybe even nervous. "I'm just saying, maybe there were such frost giant creatures in these woods some time ago, and someone told a story about them. Or maybe it wasn't even a giant, and just a really really cold mountain man running off in his skivvies."
At that Reneth laughed, a more genuine tone now, and his smile too was considerably more relaxed. "But if we do come across one of those things, I guess we'll just have to run really really fast."