[color=F19CBB]"...Whatever you say kiddo,"[/color] Ayumu sighed, exasperation evident in his tone as he lifted his head and rested his chin on his arms. He didn't necessarily disbelieve Fon, but he definitely didn't believe in their other instructor; the baby might be as easily have been as left in the dark. Babies, after all, were not renowned for their ability to keep secrets. Or speak, for that matter. At any rate, it seemed patience would be the only option left one way or another. Oh well, it can't be helped. Besides, he'd been able to run on less fuel than this plenty of times before. He lay there patiently waiting for the feeling of tiny feet on his back to finally disappear before he could get up.

However, just when he was about to make his move, he was addressed by Yuki. A pregnant moment passed. [color=F19CBB]"...Sh...cks..."[/color] he mumbled. His voice sounded bit odd, but it was too far muffled with his arms in close proximity to get a good read on his inflections. He raised his head and moved his hands parallel with his shoulders and, with a deep inhalation, pushed himself off the ground. [color=F19CBB]"Nah, I'm good,"[/color] he answered, dusting himself off as he did so. [color=F19CBB]"No need to worry about me,"[/color] he smiled, [color=F19CBB]"Thanks for the concern though, I appreciate it."[/color]

Once the possibility of fighting bears was broached, Ayumu's mind began to wander. [color=F19CBB]"...I wonder what bear tastes like..."[/color] he mused, lazily looking off at the clouds aloft. Surely it couldn't be all that different from venison, right? His mind travelled back a few summers ago when his clubmate's dad brought everyone some really nice venison dango to cele- [color=F19CBB][i]'Enough of that, there's work to be done,'[/i][/color] he reminded himself. [color=F19CBB]"My my, how violent. I'm sure PETA would like to have a word, what with all this hot boy-on-bear action,"[/color] he commented, [color=F19CBB]"Glad to know if any feral animals come charging in, we've got some strapping young lads to take care of them." 

"...Well... the fake fun's fine in stories and movies, but I've got no stomach for the real thing,"[/color] he added sheepishly, [color=F19CBB]"I'll just leave that sort of thing to someone else. What's the chances the wildlife'll come after us anyway?"[/color] He clapped his hands together. [color=F19CBB]"Now then, does anyone require any assistance while I wait and pray for the foxy one to return?"[/color]