She smirked to herself in smug satisfaction, tilting her chin up for winning this round or at least evening the score. "Mm, kind of you to notice." There was a companionable silence between the two as the woods wrapped around and darkened the pale sunlight. They were coming up on a hill, mile or so she would have guess from the fiend site, when the hounds stopped and regrouped. "A staging point," she hazarded, noting a smithy and the rough tents. They grouped and rested here before pushing forward to the city. "They must have been wary of the patrols to plant this far away."