"No. Not unreasonable at all," Hank murmured. He moved away from the Doctor, suddenly aware of how uncomfortable being near another being in such a strange and unfamiliar place was making him. Getting back on all fours he started to pace on one of the ramps, managing to turn around at the end to continue back and fourth. Somehow that seemed to make a lot of his anxiety leave, the tension easing in his shoulders.
"Find it. Yes. But it did not like humans, and a wolf can outrun both humanoids and a bear, I think. If I were in my natural form I might have a chance, but how can we catch it as we are?" He continued to pace as he pondered, hesitating only to scratch his chest for a moment. He was thinking along the same lines as the Doctor. He'd been bitten by and odd animal and something out of the ordinary had happened. There was no other remarkable thing to blame this on, and the two incidents were close enough that one had to relate to the other.
When the Doctor pulled out his... sensor, or whatever it was, Hank growled slightly, instinctively, and moved back, resisting the urge to snap at the hand or bat the perceived threat away. He caught himself quickly, though, and made himself hold still, forcing himself to trust the Doctor. "Sorry," he muttered.
Hank was not a fool, but he was a positive thinker. and when the Doctor reassured him he felt immensely better. He let his mind wander on the subject, until suddenly he caught and odd scent and turned his head abruptly, sniffing at a small pocket at the wall of the ship, sniffing a small clod of.... something. Was it a threat? No, then was it food? Could he eat it? He shifted his massive bulk to center above his investigation as he thrust his large, loudly sniffing nose forward, unable to resist the smell and the overwhelming desire to work out whether or not it was edible.