Lark knew he could not be killed but he knew he was hurt and that he needed to find a place where he could heal safely. He was sure Erin had been injured too and he needed to try and help her. He bent and grabbed the sword from the dead archer’s belt and then took off into the field. His monochrome vision was excellent in the dark and his senses were heightened. He could smell blood, other animals, and the humans that pursued him as well as his own.
With his animal instincts, he was much faster than Horton and his remaining companion. Lark charged across the field and disappeared into the woods. Horton and his companion pursued him but their cries grew fainter. He picked his way carefully through the dark forest and finally, satisfied that he had managed to elude Horton and his colleague, he stopped when he found a rocky outcrop. He lowered Erin gently and laid her on the ground.