Marius takes a few cautious steps towards the elk, making certain that it has, indeed, been killed. When he's positive enough he lets out a soft sigh of relief and hurries the rest of the way.

Up close, he could see the faint outline of the elk's ribs pressing against skin, and its joints more than a little defined. The blood from the hole that his bolt had made caused his breath to hitch for a moment—and there was a man of the cloth upside-down on a barricade with his blood streaming down the fatal gunshot wound—but he squeezes his eyes shut and forces the vision away, attempting to divert his attention to something else.

It's then that he senses another presence in the area, and his eyes snap wide open. He whirls around, searching, until he spots the girl at a distance. His throat dries and he attempts to swallow, painfully, and tightens his grip on his crossbow although he does not point it at her. Standing still, he watches her cautiously. Is she here to kill him? Is she simply a passer-by? Or perhaps she requires assistance of some form?