The hunters kept their casual stances, though the ones nearer the back had their backs turned on the woodcutters, keeping a watch on the distant woods. Anything that wasn't either white or red stuck out like a sore thumb in these parts of the forests, provided they weren't hidden behind a hill or other outcropping. As they carefully and methodically scanned the horizon, the rest of their party visible not fifty feet away, Viktor kept on with his group diplomacy. So far, it didn't seem to be going too bad. Other than a moment of watching the little pig take off in some direction, as well as a silent, but questioning hand motion towards the thing before he vanished, he kept a good focus on everyone.<br/><br/>His eyes went from Liliana to the other harvester when he interjected. The striking red of the tree's sap was a sight that took getting used to, really. In his experience with the trees, the blood-like liquid that flowed through the branches had caused quite an amount of distress in a few accomplices. People tended to cope with it after the first chop, but hitting something with an axe and getting sprayed with red liquid was quite the shocker. Viktor, to hopefully make himself a bit more visible, slid his hood off as well before replying.<br/><br/>"Moscow, huh? Been a while since I've been around there. Topside?" The city may as well have been two, given how the repurposed train tunnels gained a culture and community all their own. The harvester's own question was met with a shrug. "Ah, sometimes. We're a bit far off from our usual spot, but everywhere else has been dry this week." He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb to emphasize the next part of his sentence. "There's some tracks down there, look pretty fresh. Huge, too. We think they might belong to a bear, maybe more than one. That drill might bring it over."<br/><br/>A single mutant bear was bad news. But if there were more than one? Viktor doubted that the usual tactic of standing in a chaotic group and making a cacophony of sounds would scare them off. He'd never seen them hunting in packs, but didn't doubt that it was a possibility. The things were damned smart, and given how the stronger ones so easily overpowered the more feeble bears, alliances between the creatures weren't out of the question. Since even the weakest mutant bear was still a wall of muscle and claw, a collection of them was sure to be even worse than a single strong one.