When the dog backed off, Viktor stood up and took hold of his rifle, preventing the weapon from flopping around out of his grip. After he hit the safety, he carefully maneuvered the weapon around his body, letting it rest on his back again. When it was held in place, he swiftly collected his spent bullet casings. Valuable things, even empty. Refilling them wasn't out of the question, and discarding them was a waste. They were deposited in a pocket on his vest for later. Couldn't work with them now, but once he got to a place with proper materials, he could make them fit to shoot again. The other hunters did a similar sweep, collecting their own spent ammo cases.<br/><br/>After dusting the snow off his knee, Viktor turned back to Inga once she spoke, looking down as he replied. "No problem. Name's Viktor." He offered a hand for a shake, as was polite and customary, and decided to ask a question. "How'd you get out here, anyway? Redwood's crawling with all sorts of monsters." The idea of a child surviving alone anywhere in the world was questionable enough, but out here? Even the trees wanted to kill you. He couldn't imagine what sort of things Inga had gone through, and the mere thought of it made him frown a little. Though in the back of his head, there was a vaguely reassuring thought. At least she wasn't stuck in the Fog Zone by herself.<br/><br/>Attention diverted in his direction by Scott made Viktor raise his head, glancing towards the other newcomer. He decided to summarize it. "I'm out with some of these guys, hunters. We were tracking a bear that had been causing trouble for some nearby towns for a while now. There...were a lot," He explained with a shrug. "Like, a whole lot."