He adjusts to Howard's weight instantly, hardly even registering it. He's never been a stickler for personal space, despite what others might think, so it doesn't bother him. What does bother him is John, but they can't go back - still nothing to fight off the animals with, and it's not a short hike - Sherlock had to run all the way, and with Howard...

He'd go back after dark.

"There's a mountain." Sherlock said instantly. "Best chance of shelter that I saw - this entire place is nothing but sugar." He glanced at the ground. Sugar was an understatement.

He didn't waste time, however, immediately starting in the directly he had pointed in.