Clover gestures to the nearby wilderness. Sorrel is horrified.
CLOVER: Yes. In fact, we could leave the road right here, if we wanted.

Swooping into an owl form, Sorrel hovers above Clover in a panic.
SORREL: UM, NO, WE COULD DIE
CLOVER: We wouldn't die. It's safe around here.

Clover ventures toward the wilderness as Sorrel squawks.
CLOVER: C'mon. Let's go see what's over there.
SORREL: CLOVER, WHAT ARE YOU DOING

Bare-pawed, Clover pushes through the foliage.
SORREL: YOU'RE NOT EVEN WEARING SHOES