You need a horse.
You only went an hour or so past your family's lands before the experience of stumbling over roots and rocks in the dark lost its luster. A hollow most of the way between your property and the hamlet of Hathorn made a comfortable-enough spot to curl up for a few hours' rest, with centipedes whispering sweet nothings in your ears all night.
Travel hasn't been much easier in the daylight, unfortunately—in part because your legs are protesting the lack of a mount, but more so because your hungry belly is grumbling in counterpoint to your footsteps.
Another sound drowns even that out, though, before too long—a cacophony of shouts and growls.
Onward