Victor nodded to the bear and turned, venturing back into the kitchen to stock up. The canine had spotted a medium sized black backpack near the pantry, and decided to use it to stock up on water and non-perishables. Minutes later, Victor returned to the living room with a backpack full of food and various drinks.
"Alright, this should last for a while, at least until we reach the vacation homes." Looking at Blaine through his cracked sunglasses, the wolf spoke as he glanced over the guns and bag he had.
Upon being handed the assault rifle, Victor nodded in thanks but frowned slightly. Rifles were not his style, and his peers often poked fun at his overall innacuracy with longer, shouldered weapons. Deciding he wasn't in a position to pick and choose, Victor simply racked the slide and checked for ammo before switching it to safety.
As the bear went to go wake up Alan, Victor waited in the living room, figuring it would be best to not split up any more than everybody already is. Adjusting his beret and plate carrier, the wolf looked out the window to his left and beyond the darkness of the woods. Slowly, Victor was starting to feel uneasy, he whispered;
"Tengo un mal presentimiento de que..." [I have a bad feeling that...]