Tiny sniffed inquisitively at Viktor's hand before bounding over to Magpie's side. The dog was, as always, quite excited to see such a large group of people- it had been quite some time since they had spent any length of time around them. While he remained beside Magpie, he strained his head around, getting a good look at all the people. Magpie snorted. "You are a pretty stupid dog," she said to him. That being said, she decided to approach one of the hunters, Scott. It would be good to figure out what exactly had happened, and if it was likely another one of those bears would show up.<br/><br/>"Pretty motley crew," Magpie remarked as she walked up to Scott. She swung her gun back over her shoulder- since this group traveled with or rescued kids, she doubted they were going to suddenly decide to start shooting her. She offered her hand. "Magpie Krupin. What happened here?" Tiny barked loudly, and she gently thumped him with her hand. "Quiet."<br/><br/>Inga sat up and climbed to her feet after Tiny got off her, grumbling under her breath. She brushed snow, dirt, and dog fur off of herself, then checked for any damage. Aside from a few scrapes and her aching arms she seemed mostly okay, and her equipment was all intact too. She squinted at Viktor. "Thanks," she said, even though she'd already said it. "I'm Inga. Who're you?"