Scotty stopped when the others did, but couldn’t help but throw a few irritated glares over his shoulder. “This is the opposite of hauling ass, bro,” he pointed out as he scanned the forest. Part of him wanted to grab Chase by the shoulder and drag him to his feet, since he didn’t really understand what the guy was doing. Still, what Chase did do was interesting, to say the least. “That gonna hold without getting whiskey all over you? If you catch yourself on fire... well, you’ll be giving us light, at least...” Not that he meant to sound mean. Maybe he was nervous after all.
He spared another glance at Ivy before listening to the forest again, trying to listen for movement. When he didn’t, he took a deep breath, then called out. “Yo! Jerome! Vanessa!” He waited a beat, listening, and not hearing anything. “I think we’re good...?”