He'd heard it too, had felt it vibrating through his exhausted limbs, some strange, unidentifiable sound moving steadily closer to their location. He may have had no idea what the sound signified, yet he was under no illusion that it could be anything good. This place had been little better than a living nightmare since the day they had set out, and he didn't see any reason for that to change now.

He turned in the direction of Malcom's voice as he shouted out, coming to a restless standstill; his instinct when faced with a potential threat would always be to run, but he had no intention of cutting himself off from the rest of the group, not when hi survival skills in a wilderness like this were so completely abysmal.

"Sure, I here it."