The woman moved past Lantana to grab a kettle. "I'll go fetch some water. Feel free to make yourself at home while I'm gone."
The woman exited the hut once again and Lantana gravitated toward the sitting area. Not feeling the desire to do anything, she took a seat on a bench, trying to recollect her thoughts. There was much that needed to be done, but Lantana knew it was a good idea to rest. She had been traveling for days and was willing to admit that a peaceful night with a warm meal sounded tempting. She planned to escape early in the morning, hoping that she wouldn't be too much of an intrusion in this nice lady's home. The journey after this would only get harder as she would need to cross the Razor Peaks to arrive at the end of their world and the Gates of Hell.Delicious smells of spices and vegetables mingled, and soon, the woman beckoned Lantana to eat. The soup was a delectable blend of savory vegetables from the forest, and the hut seemed even cozier with the warm fire inside contrasted with the downpour outside.
"I have to thank you so much for your hospitality. I'll try to leave early tomorrow so I won't be much of a burden." Lantana finished with a genuine smile, not wanting to imagine a scenario where she had not stumbled upon this hut.
"Oh, it's my pleasure, dear. I don't get many visitors, but if my Ma taught me anything, it was to always respect your guests. Now, let's take a look at a map and we'll try to find a route back to your village." 
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Lantana awoke with her head on the table, a blanket thrown over her. Racking her mind, the last thing she remembered was going through a map with the lady, lying about her village, and trying to make a path back to it. Feeling guilty for wasting the woman's time, Lantana dug through her sack, pulling out a small handful of gold coins. It was the least she could do to repay her hospitality.
She saw the sleeping outline of the woman on her bed, and quietly, Lantana got dressed and exited the hut. The ground was muddy and wet, but that was preferred over a storm. Traversing around the hut, Lantana saw a structure constructed similarly to the hut a few paces ahead. Walking toward it, she soon saw the general's horse comfortably situated in a stable. Greeting the horse, Lantana let it out from the stable, mounted, and was off.
The lady had given Lantana a map, a clear path marked to return her to her village. She had marked her hut, and assessing the map, Lantana was pleased to see she was going in the right direction–North. Unfortunately, she still had to cross the Razor Peaks, a task she was not looking forward to. She could see the outline of the mountains on the horizon and assumed she would arrive in another day or two or travel. The Mountains earned their name for a reason. They were the tallest, and largest mountain range in their land. Because they were so far North, temperatures were often freezing, and snow and ice were common conditions. 
Yet, she had a task in mind. So she rode. Stopping only to rest, she was determined to make it through the forest. The farther she went, the wilder it got as she was leaving civilization. It was easier to scavenge for food, but there was also the risk of wild animals at night. Considering her situation, she had a mainly unconflicted ride North until one night. Lantana had set camp and had dozed off. During the night, she was awoken by a whining from Ivrette. Awakening, she poked her head outside her tent and was horrified by what she saw in the dying embers.
Wolves.
A pack of them surrounded Ivrette. The horse whinnied but couldn't back away. "Hey!" Lantana shouted uselessly, stumbling out of her tent now, "Back off."
The wolves paid her no attention and slowly started approaching Ivrette. Darting into the tent, she grabbed her sword and swung at the nearest wolf. It may have been a mixture of her fear and lethargicness, but the sword barely impacted the wolf. The wolf yipped and the others turned toward Lantana. In fear, she began to back up. The wolves growled and continued approaching. Panic set in as she backed into a tree. Her heart seemed to be in her throat as her head spun, trying to formulate a suitable plan.