I may need to call this something else.
“Hrm.” The two men looked at Carlotta, who was looking at a map of the area. “Perhaps we do not need an army,” she said as she tapped the paper. “A few might get through, where many would flounder.”
Davies leaned over. “Ah,” he said. “The ridgeline. If we could get a few men atop it, the revenants would be hard-pressed to follow. They do take slopes poorly, and underbrush worse. But they’ll keep following, like dogs after a hare.”
“And unlike a dog, the unquiet dead do not tire.” Baxter shook his head. “Whoever was sent would have to outrace them, all the way to the end. And who knows what is at that end, except most assuredly more revenants? I know this would be an act of charity, but it skirts perilously close to being also an attempt at suicide.”