Mikhail blinked, obviously impressed with the fact that Stefan hadn't been been made mince meat of by the ravenous beast. He saw Stefan give instructions before he had actually said it, and began to move towards the group of men who he had also seen fleeing. However, they hadn't moved yet, and so Mikhail ran into one. He muttered a few small words of apology, and then when he heard Stefan give the orders for a second time, he then started up again.<br/><br/>He looked back at the hound, wondering whether it would pounce up again and attack. He saw nothing worth panicking for; only that it lay on the ground, struggling and assessing its wounds, but he didn't waste time--an explosion was imminent. He knew the sound of a grenade being activated and thrown, and didn't want to be around to foresee something that would throw him off; like a spontaneous combustion.<br/><br/>He ran with the rest of the group, and to no one in particular asked, "Mind if I tag along? I'll pay for the supplies with what I have." It was worth a shot, seeing as he did have quiet a few supplies in his pack. He wasn't sure if they were equivalent to medical supplies, but he would like to stick with the group of strangers--especially if one of them could take down a Hound so swiftly.