Roland hunkers behind the treeline, swinging off his pack and setting it open a little ways away from him. "Why don't you look and find out?" he asks it absently, looking away through the trees. What was a speck is now an actual figure, its color a uniform off-white, and even as he watches it becomes clearer how fast the thing's moving. That's its natural pace, he's fairly sure - it'd be the natural pace of anything that big.

He thinks about the size of the creature as it comes closer, then looks toward his one bottle hanging in the middle of the path. "Those bottles you've got," he says casually, because it'd be hard to hear the noise of all that dragging behind him and not know there's something glass in there. "They're more of that drink, aren't they? How many are full?"


[ooc: what zed will find in roland's pack is listed in the first paragraph of the post, but basically there's medical stuff, lots of scraps of leather, and probably lots of small rocks and mostly wrapped up fishing hooks at the very bottom]