The maiden's eyes scanned the moor and biting her lip she spotted a grouping of rocks. Pointing to the shadowy outline of the pile atop a hill she spoke, "There, where there are rocks, there are bound to be caverns...And water, and even moss for wounds." Branwenn bit her lip, if her father caught the two she could only imagine the lashings she would recieve. With a shiver she attempted to block out the baying hounds that seemed to be growing even more distant.  "I think we are ahead Donald..."<br/><br/>Feeling Rooks strength beneath them gave her some hope that if he could hold on for this long with his injuries, that maybe he could hold on a little bit longer until they found shelter for all of them. The way she saw it, if Rook couldn't be safe hiding with them, then she would face her punishment and tell Donald to run. But, this man had done so much to take her away from her father. Yet still she was puzzled as to why the man had suddenly helped her escape to begin with.