Jeanette & Hook
"Then let's not be here when it arrives," he suggested, and that sounded like as good of a reason as any to hasten the pace. "...wasn't the blue back that way?" Killian motioned, and he could have sword they were walking in the opposite direction then where they'd started - gods above, it was worse than wandering in Wonderland, endless mazes and tricks to throw you off any semblance of course you'd been on. He wished he'd brought a compass, an enchanted one would have been nice, but clearly they couldn't have nice things in Marrowood.
Sighing, he crept along in the direction Ms. Jeanette indicated since he was trusting her fangy abilities - while Hook himself had experience with tracking and scouting, magical forest was a whole other issue. Purposely sinister forest, he should say. "We should leave a trail, otherwise we'll be wandering forever," he said, and reached up to grab at a twig, for the broken branch method - it was better than nothing.