As the bear collapsed, ceasing all movement for the final time, Viktor slowly lowered his gun. He flicked the safety on the weapon, withdrew his finger from the trigger guard, and changed his stance to a casual, but still on-guard one. His attention turned to Scott, and with a similar smile on his own face, he gave the other man a nod. He was glad someone so well-equipped had stumbled upon the group. For all he knew, the extra bullets coming from him made the difference between the bear surviving and continuing its attack and dying. It never sat well with him to celebrate death, even of a beast, so while the other hunters gave each other some celebratory shoulder-slaps and more contained yells, he just turned and looked up at Inga when she spoke.<br/><br/>He, at first, intended to shoot her a quick little salute. Keep up the cool, level-headed image. But the moment she toppled over and started crashing through the tree's branches, he cringed, both at the impacts and the words she shouted out on the way down. Good lord, where did a little girl even hear some of those words? When she passed by the last few branches, and fell what would have been a reasonable distance to cause damage, Viktor moved forward to try and catch her, letting go of his rifle. The sling kept it near his body.<br/><br/>Some strange force kept her suspended in the air, and Viktor backed up immediately. He half expected whatever it was that was keeping Inga off the ground to be able to rip his hands off. When she lowered herself and then plopped to the floor, Viktor let out a relieved sigh and took a knee next to her. Just as he did, a very large pup decided to greet her, and Inga's reaction drew a laugh from him. "Aw, come on. He's just making sure you're alright," He reassured, offering one of his hands to the dog to greet it. He'd learned not to pet things when they weren't expecting it, especially not when they were gigantic and had large teeth.