It doesn't speak, just take me under it's arm and Emma over its shoulder

We're hauled over to the cart and dropped roughly inside.

The monster has no pack animals to pull the cart. It simply grabs the two handles coming off of the front and pulls us behind.

The ride is much bumpier down the winding path through the woods than on the road. Emma is no longer talking at all nor even making eye contact. She just whimpers and cries occasionally.

After some time the sky is no longer visible. I can almost make out the canopy above us, but the darkness has enveloped everything. The animal doesn't seem to notice a difference. It plods on.