[He hopes it doesn't. The rain just leaves him wet and miserable. The ice and the freezing rain make him miss home. It could get unbearably hot some days, but he can deal with that better. He turns when the wolf howls too, already on edge, but he relaxes slightly when he can't immediately see anything dangerous. He knows better than to think that means they're safe for now, but it beats turning around and spotting a creeper.]

Let's move.

[He's not sure if hounds can become aggressive for no good reason. He's never seen it happen, but this place can be unpredictable. He takes another step, and sinks just a little more.]