Bitterroot was expecting it, but Amanita didn’t try to run at all as they walked back upriver. She didn’t even complain. Her pace was a bit slow, but Bitterroot brushed that off as the aftereffects of hypothermia. They marched up the rocky banks, not going very fast, but never slowing down. The pain in her leg was slowly getting worse. She wasn’t limping yet, but Bitterroot could only pray the wound wouldn’t get infected before they reached civilization again.