( It doesn't take long to become evident to Lagertha that the girl is having a bit of trouble keeping up. She is neither unkind nor cruel in instances such as these, because injuries happen. Often. If they are exacerbated, it might lead to becoming lame in one or both legs, or even death. Every now and again she glances swiftly back at Raven out of the corner of her eye to make sure their pace is not too gruelling for her.

At times where it seems like it is, she deliberately slows down, though not by much, granted, to give her some form of reprieve. However small that might be. Both of them need to eat, after all. )

The tracks. Look at them: two half-moons, forked from what looks like a pair of leaves. Like a flower, you could say.

( They look like tulips, tbh. Lagertha has never seen one, but the prints resemble a flower nonetheless. And they are gaining on it. Glancing over her shoulder now, she asks seriously: )

If we push faster, we will be upon it momentarily. Are you able to make it?

( If not, they've still gained a lot of ground. They'll get it, one way or another. )