Any sort of relaxed mood she'd been in disappeared quickly enough after they got moving. The cold became an afterthought to Valerie once they were no longer protected by their shelter; being vulnerable to attack from any side at any time had to take precedence. Still, Valerie kept a cool head. Her blade remained sheathed while she made her way through the wilderness, though she often kept a hand lightly resting on the hilt. She could have it out and ready to fight in the blink of an eye if needed.

She tensed visibly at the deep roar in the distance. It echoed off the trees, making it difficult to tell which direction it was coming from, and for a moment Valerie was unsure if they were about to be attacked or not. Wary of making too much noise or making herself too visible, she looked around in place, but located no threat. It had to be further off, then, and unrelated to their presence. It wasn't just one voice, either.

"Right," she said, nodding and stepping forward. She fit her foot into his hands, and pushed off of his shoulder as he gave her a boost up. With the help she was able to clamber up on top of the rise and get to a knee. Valerie took a moment to confirm that there was no immediate threat waiting for her before she turned to help Markus up. He was certainly heavier than she was, but with some help he was able to ascend smoothly enough. She wiped dirt from her palms on her pants and nodded to him, taking a steadying breath and heading forward cautiously through the trees.

"It sounded like it might have been an army or something," she quietly speculated, worried. Admittedly, she'd never heard what an orc army preparing for war would sound like. Perhaps it was just another war party. Regardless, Valerie didn't expect they would survive long if they were discovered by so many. They would need to be very careful.