George watched her scurry up the tree as soon as he herd the shoe on bark noise. Well, as long as she didn't make any noise, he wouldn't bother with her. George slowly walked over some more keeping the beast in sight. The thing was digging at the base of a tree. Thankfully the gun had alreayd been cocked when he had stumbled across Christina.
In his mind George let go of the past and the future. This was the moment when he and the hunter he idealized were one. There was a long steady breath and a slight adjustment for aim.