"You're the ..." Miles pants a breath. "... expert."

He'll save the thought that this is an awfully crappy thing to be an expert on for when they aren't running for the sake of their lives and limbs.

Miles is on the same lines as Josh is thinking - if they break way from the things vision and then, put as much distance between themselves and the wendigo as possible ... then it's probably their best bet. Hope for a gust of winter wind to hide their tracks.

"I think I see a shed up ahead. Do you see it too?"