Liliana started walking along side the behemoth, the little bundle of bristles thrashing around beneath her coat as it found a comfortable position to sleep for the trip. It may not have shown on her face, but the Pollack had a suspicious feeling toward the newest arrival with the bright hair. She couldn't put her finger on it immediately, however, so she decided to table the thought process for now and pretend it had never occured; even if her apprehension turned out to be well-founded, there was little potential threat could do now anyway. She seemed to need help just as much as their own little crew needed to bolster their numbers... at least until they reached the city.<br/><br/>She picked up the pace a little bit, her walking only a little less than a jog. Her legs may have been long by average female standards, but her height as a whole kind of blew the wind from those sails and it was a mild exertion to keep up with the giant's strides.<br/><br/>Snow crunched from her other side, and she turned her head just in time to see the hunter with the strong cheekbones and the square jaw come up alongside her. She heard the words and the motivation behind them, the tone itself an offer to help. For perhaps a few seconds longer than would have been polite, she let her murky eyes linger on him; his hair wasn't the nondescript brown that she had initially seen, but rather had shots of reddish tones not dissimilar to the newest arrival, though toned down. She noticed the outline of a scar close to his jawline, too. Liliana blinked and turned away, wondering if she was losing her grip on sanity or if she dectected notes of the same "haunted" tint that dominated the injured man's features.<br/><br/>Perhaps it wasn't odd for most people to be just a little haunted. Or a little insane. Or a little of both.<br/><br/>"Well... he's not dead," she said softly as she turned her gaze back to the path, her voice audible over the crunch of footsteps but only for those close to her. She shrugged mentally, the same way someone else would have done as a conversational aide. "He had a bullet in his leg. I don't think he's bleeding anymore," she paused to glance over at Lazarus' leg, checking for fresh blood, "but I don't know how much that means at this point. If he couldn't stay awake through demons..." the unspoken part of her sentence dropped off into the whistle of a freezing breeze, tousling her bangs beneath her hood. She shoved her hands into the front pockets of her thick coat, shoulders rounding forward a little more against the breeze. The blonde woman wanted to ask if he, or any of his loyal followers, knew anything that would help the man with the wolf pup; at the same time, she was unsure if they had the time to stop and re-dress his wound.<br/><br/>Liliana hoped they would get to Moscow before it got dark. Or at least to the group of men she had accompanied; they would be cross with her for losing a bag of supplies, but she doubted any of them besides Demitri would mention anything to her face. Demitri could be kind of a jerk.<br/><br/>For a second she paused, then her cloudy eyes flickered back to the man. Her words were short, but not begrudging or sharp by any means. "Thank you."<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>"Not dead's a good start," Viktor quipped. Maybe not the best one, but if the man was alive, there was still a chance to save him. A lack of field supplies complicated it, however. If their medic hadn't been busy with a job of his own, Viktor would have dragged him along on the hunt in case something happened. And now more than ever, a bit of medical expertise would be a godsend. "I think we should keep moving. Try to get him out of the cold and somewhere safe, maybe stop if we can find a place for it." Moscow was still pretty far off. Not an impossible goal from their location, but certainly one that would require haste and effort. But the day was young. The sun hung low in the sky, hiding beneath the thick layer of clouds that constantly billowed over the land. A stop more than likely wouldn't hurt, but he had qualms against stopping in monster-infested territory.<br/><br/>The return to silence, however momentary, led Viktor to begin recalling a potential rest point. A hand went to his belt and withdrew a small electronic device, bearing buttons and a large screen. He turned the thing on and fiddled around with it until a map of the area opened. It wasn't completely accurate, few maps were these days, but the route the hunters had taken was highlighted. Landmarks had been noted as well, whether natural or manmade. If nothing else, it might have offered an easier trek, or a way to find shelter.<br/><br/>Looking up from the screen when spoken to again, Viktor gave Liliana a small smile and a nod. "Sure," He answered. "It's what we do."