“No kidding…” Chas more or less agreed, half mumbled into his propped up collar, as soon as he found his voice again after the second almost heart-attack in what, three minutes? Things were just getting better with every step he took towards the forest.
“..you know how I said I don’t like the looks of this?” The boy folded his arms across his chest, rubbing his arms for warmth, his suspicions that the cold had nothing to do with the autumn-like weather pretty much confirmed when those two birds had appeared almost out of nowhere. “That was an understatement.” The fact that he thought keeping quiet to be not the most comfortable approach to that issue quite obvious, although maybe not the best idea when headed for a forest that might bear so far unknown horrors. Melodramatic? Maybe. But silence just preserved the spooky atmosphere, and Chas certainly wasn’t keen on that, either.
With that thought -- and a couple dozen others, admittedly - in mind, he made it a point to keep as close to John and Rain as possible.