[ He's not trying to be a defeatist, honest. But he's also very aware of how screwed they are right now. ]

Oh we've moved alright--over and over in front of the same trees.

[ He gestures to the tally carved into the bark of the nearest tree. Then he huffs and kicks the dirt, trying to think of a way out of this. Coming up with clever tricks or schemes was never his strong suit. ]

I don't know if there's anything we can do, unless we crawl all the way up one of these dumb trees and get a bird's eye view of where we are.