Four shots ring out in quick succession.  Just as quickly four of the wild dogs drop dead, the others scatter, both in fear and in seeing it's pack thinned out by four.<br/><br/>Robin had seen the girl with the wagon earlier while on his way to the boat.  He started tracking her, expecting she knew her way, when he realized she was being tracked by something far more vicious.  Realizing he had already missed the boat he decided to see what was tracking the girl.  If it was uninfected, he might be able to eat fresh meat.  If it was an infected, well, she had survived this long on her own, no reason to doubt she could get out.<br/><br/>As luck would have it, he landed 4 tasty treats.  The dogs were a little lean, with the few seasonings he carried and over the right fire they wouldn't be half bad.<br/><br/>He stood and put on his pack, which he had used to support the M4.  He was a tall man, standing over 6'5" and was heavily muscled.  He was also encumbered by his heavy pack and weapons he had attached to him.  He lumbered over to the dogs, watching the two girls standing nest to each other.<br/><br/>"Never you mind girls," he yells, "this is my eating, it don't concern you."  Now, the third companion, he seemed to be one to be reckoned with.  But as long as he stayed clear, no harm would come to any one.