"Well, so much for the roping idea," says Kinner, rolling his eyes. "We oughta go after him before he gets himself lost or somethin'. We've still got the flares." He trusts Harrow's nose, but not so much his common sense.

"Once got stuck in the snow back in Antarctica," he says as he follows Harrow, taking care to keep the worgen in sight. "Was going after beef of all things. Woulda never found my way back to base camp if my team hadn't found me and led me back. Would've died out there. As things are, it bought me a little more than five days of life." He laughs, with a hint of bitterness.

It was beef that almost killed Kinner the first time, and it was a cow-Thing that ended up doing him in. Irony, huh?

Kinner knows how short a time it can take to be lost in the snow. He has good vision, but the Antarctic winter blinded him in seconds and he doesn't have a dog's sense of smell. Hopefully Harrow won't get himself lost. With any luck he has the kids' scent, and he can mead them there.

He lights a flare to mark his position, a signal. He still has full use of his eyesight, but lacks Matt' supersenses. They'll need to work as a team to follow Harrow and find the two missing Spider-men. "Follow me! I'm guessin' you can hear the way he's going."