Viktor found it odd at how Kulde seemed so shocked at his indifference to attacking him. It wasn't a very hard mistake to make, and he had seen how much the hides of other polar bears were worth, and he couldn't begin to calculate how much his own giant hide would go for, even if you didn't factor in his poor math skills. Even he could remember that three arrows had been loosed instead of two however, the first falling into the hole, the second "wounding" him, and the third that went over his head during the charge. Maybe it was easier to keep track when you were the intended target. He gathered up the arrow that had gone over his head, almost in another hole, then returned it to the hunter.
He turned into the wind, trying to pick up any traces of life on the wind, however, aside from the occasional seal, he couldn't pick up anything near the holes. "The smell of seals is too strong here, I can't pick up any-" He stopped midsentence as the wind shifted slightly, bringing in a new, although unpleasant scent. "Droppings, fresh, that way." He said in a nearly monotone voice, pointing upwind. Judging by the faintness of the odor, it was too far for them to catch the sorce of the droppings in the area, but it wasn't snowing too heavily, and everything leaves tracks in the snow. He took off at a jogging pace, waiting to see how fast Kulde would go before adjusting to match his speed. As they arrived, Viktor stopped to cover the droppings with snow too help him focus more on the scent of the animal that had been there instead of what it left behind. "I can't get anything, not with the smell still in the air". The smell wasn't bad enough to detect with the average nose, but it was just enough to throw off any chances of Vik picking up the scent, so he turned instead to the tracks. "Either deer or elk, more than that I don't know, I stick to seals usually". The tracks took off in two different directions, one the path the deer/elk had used to get there, the other the path it took to leave. "I can't tell the difference, what about you?" He asked, hoping that the archer's sharper eyes, or greater experience hunting these animals would show him something the kelvic had missed.