Jeanette & Hook
When she turned, Hook went with her, his steps quiet - which was one advantage he had, he supposed, at least somewhat of a velvet tread instead of stomping noisily through the foliage. "Not usually the heroes, no, but we'll see how it turns out," he agreed wryly, and he may have had his moments - it wasn't so simple as cut and dry definitions, but sadly, the pirate didn't think he'd get to play much of the hero today. Everything was sinking, and quite rapidly. You'd think he'd have learned by now not to try to be heroic - yet he clung to the idea anyway, as if there was still hope for him. Perhaps it gave him purpose.
The warm air was even felt by him too - not to mention he thought he heard a low rumble of a snarl. Whatever it was, it was close. "I do believe we're being hunted. Not used to being the prey, are you?"