Matt paused a moment, glancing between the stash of supplies and Jack.
"Yeah, yeah it's no problem."
He replied, his conscience kicking him for considering squabbling over food like an animal. 
He turned on Travis, about to speak, but Shan came bounding down the hill before he could, thereby answering Travis's question.
When Jack ran off to find his companion, Matt hesitated a moment, a bit paranoid about Travis. He too was taken aback when the battered young man embraced Shan and began kissing her. He felt a primal sense of anger and competition immediately, but resisted the urge to sucker punch the young man. Jack might need help. So he retrieved his rifle and sidearm and took off after their new friend. 

He found Jack comforting Claire and overhead enough to gather that he was gone, not simply dead. 
Without a word, Matt circled the spot of ground like a coyote, studying the little impressions and crushed bits of foliage here and there. 
"Whoever it was, they dragged him away, through here."
He said, gesturing to the little drag marks that led further into the woods.
"We might be able to track them."