Scott, with his stuff already set in his pack, had simply nodded to Viktor, glad that he would take his advice. This forest was beginning to worry him. It seemed there was always one more thing after another. Truth be told, it was very disconcerting for Scott that there could be a monster such as these bears, which could absorb rounds with barely a flinch. He started thinking about other possibilities of mutants that he couldn't have fathomed, such as mutant crows and such. He knew his heavy grain rounds could shred something that small, but if there were many of them, wow. Fast when they're airborne, with razor-sharp beaks and claws. Fast, and murderous.<span style="font-style: italic">A murder of crows...</span><br/><br/>He says to Viktor,<span style="font-style: italic">"Ready when you are. Which, I assume, is now?"</span>Scott was impressed by the speed these other hunters showed at obeying their leader's orders without hesitation. He wondered if there might've been something in the past that had brought this group together, or if perhaps their leader was just well-known among them as smart and, well, a good leader.<br/><br/>The large being seemed to be okay with carrying the injured one, which was perfect. It meant there would now be a ready gun rather than them having to set the man down carefully, ready their weapon, then join a fight. It always astounded Scott how the little things matter in a gunfight... Or any fight.