Lucien

They blundered into the woods, relying on their instincts, listening alertly to the sounds coming from around them. Rhyme had joined them, and he pointed out, wordlessly, to the path where it appeared as if someone had pushed through the tangled twigs and branches in a hurry. The light snow also revealed indentures made by three pairs of boots. One was smaller than the others, noted Lucien as they moved, carefully.

The sound of water could be heard as they moved away from the now burning little house, and in the distance; Lucien had been listening to the noise of an approaching chopper.

It had to be the one...