Taking a breath after that intense run, Peter walks casually to the spot where this all began, keeping his ears open as he walked the unfamiliar woods. On the way back, he thinks of what he'll tell the woman who cursed him or why he even expects her to be in the same place after so many hours. Even if she had left, it's a small matter for a hunter of his skill to track her down. Taking his long stroll, the man curses himself for being such a poor speaker, always figuring he could shoot his way out of anything he couldn't talk his way out of. There's some serious doubt in his mind that violence or the threat of it will solve this one.