They search all night and into the morning but they don't find her. They find some horse tracks though and Lord Beric gives a small nod to Lem Lemoncloak who takes Anguy and two others and heads into the forest.
Gendry doesn't stop looking either and by morning he's dirty, shivering and his throat is hoarse from yelling her name. Harwin tries to calm him by saying that she used to go missing in Winterfell and Kings Landing but Gendry won't have it. There's a feeling in his chest that's tightening.
On the second morning the men start crowding around a tree trunk a little way off the road. Gendry's breath catches in his throat and he pushes his way to the front of the crowd. Thoros and Lord Beric are already there, gesturing to something carved in the tree.
"What does it say?" Gendry asks.
"It's her name," Harwin tells him. At first Gendry's confused and then his whole face goes pale, he knows that sometimes folk bury their dead under trees and carve their names in the trunk. Harwin notices and reassures him this isn't like that. "She's trying to tell us which way she's going."
"Why would she do that if she didn't want to be found?" He asks but deep down he knows the answer. Their scouts hadn't seen the Hound since she'd gone missing and now it seems all but sure he's taken her.
They make camp in an abandoned holdfast a little ways up the road. Thoros sits staring into the flames and Lord Beric takes a rare sip of wine. Gendry is awake and ready for his watch. It's part of his duties now that he's one of them, now he's a knight. He doesn't feel any different though, he just feels like there's a cold steel sitting in his stomach.
"What do dogs do to wolves?" Gendry asks Beric. The Lighting Lord puts a hand on his shoulder but doesn't say anything. The next day they don't find her name on any trees.