There were no "animals" emerging from the forest.
It was an army of men-the Queen's men. Rupert
stood up to run. "On your knees, worm!" barked the
old woman. "On your knees, it is, worm", barked another
voice, a familiar voice, from behind. Rupert turned and saw
Old Gus and Anna coming across the meadow. It was a trap and
there was no escape.