((Sorry for the short post, but I wanted to give others a space to react to my character's appearance.))<br/><br/>Finding the animals be run off so quickly came as a surprise to Scott, but then, animals with no leader tend to have no reason to stay. Even man operates that way, needing some higher power to continue their mission. He slides down from the tree, tempted to just walk away, there being no deaths to scavenge from, from he felt the need to thank this larger man who was the savior of the entire mass. Even Scott, despite the fact he was only in danger when the bears were led to him, was still kept from harm due to this large man's actions.<br/><br/>He begins a trek down the hill, his rifle slung around his pack, and his hands loosely at his sides. The last think he needs after that is to be shot. He may be shot still, just for his gear, but these people appeared to be at least remotely honorable. Workers and hunters, just as he once was, but desperate men do desperate things.<br/><br/>"And women.." He speaks to himself, as he notes the woman now holding the razorback. He watches it jump from her arms, as she thanks the man as well. About thirty yards off, he slows to a more relaxed walk, with the idea of showing no threat. He can't be sure how well he achieves that, with his mask, goggles, and whatnot, but life is a wonderful thing.