Logan pushed himself up against a tree, making himself comfortable. He dug his claws into the dirt. Not because he was worried of cutting anything, but because a single reflection of light on them could expose them. He continued to speak in a quiet manner.

"We just need to stay low. They're moving in a group to track us. Before long, they'll split up to find us faster. Once they do, we'll have a shot at picking 'em off."