If Ianto had had the breath to spare to be swearing up a storm out loud, he probably would have been doing exactly that. As it was, he was putting every last ounce of everything he had within him into making sure that he kept going and that he kept his footing. Falling once had been bad enough. Falling again and losing the precious ground that they had gained in the meanwhile would be pretty near catastrophic, as far as Ianto was concerned. That deer thing hadn't been much differently sized than either of them, and the creature had nearly eaten it in one go. If it caught either of them... Let's just say that Ianto didn't want to find out what then.

He looked around, frantically, for some other sort of escape route, as the two of them hurtled through the underbrush. The vegetation that made it difficult for the beast to come after them as fast as it might have liked was also making it near impossible for the pair of them to run as fast away from it as they would have liked as well.

Ianto thought he saw a clearing up ahead, veering off in another direction. Maybe it was the river? If they could make their way back to the river, or a river, maybe...there were some sort of caves or something to hide in? Ianto had no idea, he wasn't quite thinking straight anymore. His lungs and his legs and his chest and stomach were all burning with the strain, but when the choices were either suffer or die, Ianto was quite happy to experience a little discomfort. Making sure he had Sulu's hand firmly in his, he started off in the new direction again.