Mikhail heard the drawing of guns and the cacophony of voices, which he expected, and raised his hands up defensively, more pronounced than before so that everyone would know not to shoot. In the process of doing so, he crushed another box as his head fell backwards. He made a noise as he hoisted himself up so he was in a sitting position, his legs sprawled over a multitude of boxes, his arms still up.<br/><br/>Someone began speaking to him, and he looked towards the source of the voice. People seemed to have calmed down, so Mikhail decided to reply. "Once again, sorry about the stuff. I'm fine, mostly," he said, lowering one of his arms and brushing off a wet feeling he was getting on the bottom of his jacket from one of the contents spilled from the boxes. He rubbed his hands together to dry them, and frowned when he realized whatever it was wasn't water.<br/><br/>Mikhail only looked up at Stefan again when he mentioned that he was holding his hand out. He made a surprised sound that wasn't entirely an 'oh', and reached around for his cane first before taking his hand. He got the cane the first try, but missed Stefan's hand once or twice. When he did come in contact with the other man's hand, he was hoisted up onto his feet. He nodded in thanks.<br/><br/>He planted his cane on the ground firmly and adjusted the straps on his backpack. He turned when he heard another person speak, but he didn't quite face the man who spoke. Mikhail frowned when he was asked the question. "I was being chased by, uh..." he started, and his brows furrowed. After a few seconds of what appeared to be intense concentration, he pointed to an opening in the trees, lined with dense shrubs. "That."<br/><br/>He backed up, eyes on the spot where he had pointed out with his cane. It must've looked weird, since there was nothing there. At least, not for a good thirty seconds or so. Most likely when a few impatient people were going to call Mikhail out on being some sort of idiot, the bushes rustled violently. He spoke up suddenly, "I didn't get a good look, but I only saw one. Not sure about the other two- there might not be any."<br/><br/>A rather large Hound slinked from the bushes, crushing them under its girth. A lot of its fur was missing, revealing its skin beneath. It let out a low and guttural growl, skin flapping as it jaws snapped together, strings of saliva dripping from its massive maw. Even though it was quite imposing, there was a large welt on the side of its body, dripping blood. Its tail lashed back and forth, and it seemed unsure of what to do now that there were so many people there.<br/><br/>Mikhail wasn't sure if people would be angry about him leading something like that right to them, so he held his hands out as if to signify it wasn't his fault.