Great. So we're both lost.

[He breathes a long, exasperated sigh out through his nose, staring back out into what may as well have been an indistinct ocean of trees.]

And this whole forest looks the same no matter how you're lookin' at it.

Well, guess we're gettin' outta this together. Wanna just pick a direction and start walkin'? Or maybe that big friend of yours can smell his way back.

Name's Red, by the way. ...Sorry I can't get us outta here myself, but this ain't my usual line of work.