"Nice to meet you, Chief," Chris said with a smile, despite Haywood's revelation that he was a hunter before. Chris cringed internally. Damn, he couldn't bullshit this guy. It certainly didn't help that the town was totally far gone on their belief of monster presence. They were right, he knew, but his plans of leaving the place with less worries about the supernatural might have been for naught. At the very least, he could try to pass it off as paranoia induced panic once he was done there. Whatever he'd need to do to keep the situation contained could be worried about when the time was there for it. Right now, a more pressing matter decided to present itself. While listening to the radio, Chris casually picked a card up from the chief's desk and turned it over, sliding it into his jacket's breast pocket once the chief motioned for him to follow.<br/><br/>"Right along, sir," The hunter answered, moving toward the door as well. While the situation had immediately taken a turn for the dire with another death found out not minutes after his arrival to town, it did offer some upsides. A fresh body at a fresh scene would allow him to search for telltale signs of wendigo presence. Frost where it shouldn't be, tufts of fallen fur, foot (or hoof) prints, all sorts of indicators that a real, physical wendigo had been around. If he found any, then tracking could start properly.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Damn thing's got some balls making a kill in the day,"</span>Chris silently thought. If it was indeed still at the crime scene, then he'd need to bring something special for it. Once outside the station, he quickly got into his truck and started the vehicle, reaching under the passenger seat. A double barreled shotgun loaded with a pair of prepared shells was tugged out and placed on the seat, ready to be used if they had an encounter. Until then, he would follow Haywood's lead around town.