They’d been following Amanita’s trail through the forest for half an hour, walking a little faster than normal, but not quite a trot. In Bitterroot’s opinion, a good speed. There wasn’t much light left, particularly with trees on all sides, but it was still enough to see by. Her supplies bumped on one flank, her weapons on the other. She hoped she wouldn’t need the latter. Artemis had said Gale, her pegasus partner could carry the former, but Bitterroot had taken one look at the overloaded Gale and declined. She could carry her own stuff, even though Gale hadn’t objected. Hadn’t said anything, really. She responded with nods and gestures and managed to convey that she was okay carrying Bitterroot’s stuff but stayed silent and expressionless the whole time.