Scott had nodded back to Viktor, but didn't join in the cheering. He merely went forward to examine the limp hunk of bear. It was without a doubt dead. Just as a precaution, he pulls a large kukri-style machete from over his shoulder and shoves it up deep into the bear's chest, where the heart, or at least the lungs should be. His use for the meat extended to bear sausage, but he decided these hunters would be best with the kill. A generous thief. Who knew?<br/><br/>As he cleans the blade in the grass, he hears the little girl shout, and what horrid words! Then he turns in time to watch the girl being suspended in midair. Blinking, he sees she is on the ground, dazed but otherwise unharmed.<span style="font-style: italic">"Just a trick of the light,"</span>he thinks. Seeing she is okay, and with the dog and older woman coming to her, Scott glances around the clearing and sees nothing more of his interest. Before he turns to leave, he spies the large dog sniffing the meat. Kneeling down, he carefully cuts a piece of gristled meat and bone that would be considered scrap by a hunter, except perhaps as bait, and allows the dog to eat from his hand, if he would.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Well aren't you a mangy thing.."</span>The dog moves towards the girl and Viktor before Scott could pet it. Scott stares after it, partially in a daze as he remembers his own lost companion...