The Shadow

She continues onward until at last she reaches a crossroads of sort. There are a couple deer trails leading off in various, meandering directions, but apart from that, the path has disappeared beneath her feet. She pauses, looking down at the ground, and then up through the trees, trying to discern which way will lead them up the mountain. From here, without the compass in her own hand it is difficult to tell through the thick trees, and she turns back to the Shadow.

"Which way?" She speaks, not in a whisper, but still hushed.