The steady, thundering hooves on the ground that had been beating against the ground all evening were finally faltering and Eva was forced to allow the horse to slow to a trot and then a walk. She knew she put a lot of distance between herself and what she had called home, but she still looked back over her shoulder to be sure. However, it was dark, and that fact hadn't really registered until now as she squinted her eyes against the blackness. The young lady cursed under her breath and carefully slid to the ground beside War, who sighed heavily and turned his large head to watch her. 

The road was clear, but she couldn't quite see any lights or silhouettes indicated that she was near any town; though the moonlight allowed her to distinguish many trees--a forest. "Mm," she hummed, pursing her lips together; the noble was unsure if it was safer to continue to travel the road (she had heard horror stories) or hide in the woods (wolves and bears were less than friendly). She looked to War, as if waiting for his input; and when he only stood sill save for the flick of an ear or tail, she sighed. "You do look tired," she noted. "I'd rather find an inn or town or anything, though." So, she took his reins and continued forward along the road.