[it takes him a moment to actually move around to where he can see what Moran is gesturing at. A quick survey of the surrounding area had him carefully crouching to pick up a hefty sized rock before he made his way around the trunk of the tree. It wasn't a knife or a gun, but it would do in a pinch.
Things only get more confusing once he can see his "attacker," however. The gun is pointing up and away from him, no longer an immediate threat, and it's obviously not a modern rifle. And the man was in an outfit that Booth wouldn't even begin to describe as hunting gear. But the bullet had most definitely found a fox...quite neatly, too, from the look of things. And he seemed almost as surprised as Booth about the arrangements.
The agent's wings were folded tight against his back, a mark of the tension that was present in ever limb, but he was starting to wonder if the threat might not be coming from somewhere else.]
...Where am I?
[whether or not he believed the hunter would be determined later]
no subject
Things only get more confusing once he can see his "attacker," however. The gun is pointing up and away from him, no longer an immediate threat, and it's obviously not a modern rifle. And the man was in an outfit that Booth wouldn't even begin to describe as hunting gear. But the bullet had most definitely found a fox...quite neatly, too, from the look of things. And he seemed almost as surprised as Booth about the arrangements.
The agent's wings were folded tight against his back, a mark of the tension that was present in ever limb, but he was starting to wonder if the threat might not be coming from somewhere else.]
...Where am I?
[whether or not he believed the hunter would be determined later]