"Circe really didn't want anyone coming through here," the Mother thought as she ducked narrowly avoiding having her head taken off by a stray branch. This place was so filled with trees, bushes, and vines she had tripped more times than she could keep track of. Her foot found another of the damned vines and she would have fallen again if Zagryus' strong hands hadn't reached out and gripped her.
She gave him a grateful smile before she eased her arm from his grasp, "How much farther are the boars?" she asked.
"It shouldn't be too much farther," he said, "You realize we could have just flown in."
She shook her head, "No I want to sneak up on them, if we just dropped down in the middle of the herd they would have panicked and scattered. This way we will have a chance to find the one with the ring."
He nodded, "That makes sense, I just thought maybe you wouldn't want to wrestle through all of this," he raised his hands and motioned around the jungle of trees.
