Your time in the woods had been mostly blank for you. You weren't conscious, you hadn't been in a few hours now. Your head faintly throbbed in the back of your mind as he dreamlessly slept. It was getting colder and colder as the night approached, and the snow under you that had been turned red was becoming brown.

Steps approached you. Two pairs of feet, two people.

Bram: He stopped a few steps away from you, looking down. He held a hand out to stop his companion from stepping further. "Halt."

Lovecraft: He stopped in his tracks at Bram's command, then looked down at you. "... should we leave this human here?"