Over her shoulder, Brunhilde could see the angry cherry ember following her with an amused smile before focusing on the path ahead of her. Coming over a hilltop, she spied the ragged group moving slowly. She had Aragorn come over the trees and hover over the troop, making them look up and clearly out of spear-reach. "Surrender or be destroyed," she announced bluntly, though the flat smile and grip on her spear clearly showed her preference for one choice over the other. The hounds circled just out of sight and started growling to unnerve them even more.