And then crash went the tree trunk, indicating that whatever was hunting them (multiple things, apparently? How grand) was big enough, and strong enough, to go swatting at heavy oaks like they were flies. It was also probably hungry enough, too.
Instinct simply kicked on. "Run, go," he insisted, changing course quickly - a stop and start of muscle, weaving to the left to edge away from the fallen tree. Hook had the vampire's arm, not wanting to let go of her - and she was faster, his grip was firm, so hopefully he could keep up or she'd just...take him along. Not like he knew where they were running to, but 'away' seemed to be the best course of action - anywhere but here, and maybe they'd make it.