Raven sighed. "I understand. Try not to die while I'm gone, kid. I'll go get your bow. If I don't come back, assume I'm dead and go on without me. If I do come back with the bow, we'll be able to hunt with it. Remember that wolves can't climb trees. See ya." He turned and ran back in the direction of the house, having a very bad feeling about this. But hey, if he was able to get away with the weapon it'd improve their chances of survival. If he got into a fight and killed all the occult people, they'd pretty much be safe. But on the other hand, if Raven died, Ivan would have a tough time living out there. At least that's what Raven told himself. Coming into view of the building, Raven started creeping up low. He kept his eye on the doorway before him, and the ground beneath him. After a minute or so of sneaking forward, the gauntleted man was right beside the doorway, listening to the conversation within and waiting for his chance.