"Yeah, I agree," Scott said, giving the woods a cautious glance.  "It almost sounds like there's a pack of wolves moving around out there."  He hefts the tire iron and gives it a practice swing.  "Ridiculous, I know, but it's still giving me the heebee-jeebees.  Let's find the town, and quickly."  He picks up his pace, expecting Deacon to follow suit.<br/>