The more they walked, the more confident Catskill was that they were on the right route to the mill, but the more nervous she felt that something was stalking them. She kept glancing upwards, waiting for that time when she’d be confronted with a pegasus staring down at her. She never went into an intersection without looking every way. She picked up her pace more than necessary even as Amanita risked floundering in the deepening snow.