Year of the Boar, Twelfth Month, Day 2.

 Again, we stop as briefly as possible; I remain unsure as to whether or not we are being pursued. We have travelled without stopping but for the shortest of necessary breaks, taking it turns to nap while the other directs our horse. 

I am afraid the horse will tire and become ill if we cannot stop for a significant amount of time soon but Haru agrees that we must get much closer to the House itself before taking that risk. I do not know what to do for the best. The plains in the north west seem to stretch for eternity; bleak and barren, there is no shelter and nowhere to hide. Haru believes that there is a hamlet within another day's ride where we might find respite; I hope she is right. Perhaps we can risk walking for a short while at least so as to allow the horse some sort of rest. For now though, we must eat, relieve ourselves and then resume our travels.