Eric walks through the shin high grass towards the lake with the intention of filling his canteen and maybe setting up camp for the evening. Still itching at his mind is the mystery animal in his photograph; it's blurry, light tan-ish shape emblazoned on his brain. Eric tries not to think too much about it, for he's got a long way to go to the supposed location of his target, and less than a week to reach it.<br/><br/>Eric sets his eyes to his destination. He's still quite a ways away but making headway to the lake. Suddenly, he spots something heading his way from about halfway between him and the lake, something light tan-ish in color and clearly quadrupedal. Slowly Eric unstraps his backpack and repositions it in front of him as if using it for a shield should the animal attack and he not having any time to reach the 2 inch blade of his Swiss Army knife in one of the front pockets of his vest.<br/><br/>"Nice and easy," Eric tells himself as he advances slowly towards the strange animal, "Nice and easy..."