Ivy felt like maybe she was going to have a panic attack and yes, the urge to run was really strong. Would the fire help? Chase's Molotov hadn't scared those things off. Damaged them, yes, but that hadn't stopped them. Ivy didn't want to be frozen to the ground, even if every instinct inside of her was screaming to leave.
Her feet felt like lead as she walked to the logs to toss them onto the fire. All the while her gaze stayed on the tree line, just waiting for something to push its way through.