He grumbled, but continued to trek forward. He was never one to gratefully accept help, beneficial or otherwise. But for now, it was important to remain quiet. When their trail got warmer, he quietly slid his claws out, until they were nearly on top of them. There were six of them. One of them was well armored, which probably meant an Elite. Logan pressed his back against a tree and signaled his plan to Ororo. She'd fly above them while he went for the direct approach. That way she could take care of any that tried to flee or take him from behind.