" If Tink felt the same fear, Janner couldn’t see it. After his call to Maraly went unanswered, Tink’s face had darkened. He ran beside Janner without taking his eyes from the muddy road. The rise and fall of the land gradually settled into a flat, grassy bottomland, a wild green in contrast to the muddy road and the gray-brown course of the river. After hours of running, helping Leeli to her feet, running again, slipping in the mud, and so on, Podo stopped so suddenly that Nia thudded into him. "

― Andrew Peterson , North! or Be Eaten (The Wingfeather Saga, #2)