Huh. "Admitting to being trapped for once?" Not an answer, no.

He also wasn't letting go of that Reaper owl, letting the leather gloves he had on be enough to protect that hand and, well. 76 was carrying him with him, going to retrieve that hunting rifle he'd stashed away, hooking the strap of it back over a shoulder. Knew right where it was, shoulders rolling a bit.

Walking deeper in to those woods, Reapowl firmly and securely in hand.