[Her senses tell her it is a reckless charge --- a horse in fear. A single horse as far as she can tell.

A wild-eyed horse bursts out of the fog, blood flying from its wounded flanks. Its fur-swathed rider sways in the saddle, gleaming hatchet in his hand.

Her new traveling companion gets slightly off the road to let this crazed horse run on by, but it halts when it sees the pair, rearing up on its hind legs.]

Someone is having an awful day.