Victor pays what he suggests significant attention, expression more carefully neutral as he considers those options. It's a simple choice in the end. "We can walk slower. Whatever makes it easier on you, considering."

Running isn't always the answer. He's learned this, though for less optimistic reasons than better cover for walking now here. Another skittering and a misleadingly gentle splish-splash from the shadows pattering along after them.

Or darting further ahead, as one smaller member of the predatorial species they were hunting down here calls out. Not attacking yet, but close to it. Victor grits his teeth and walks onward, keeping at the new, slower speed.