Pratt's stance is far more defensive than offensive, bent at the waist and ready to attack should they be charged. Next to him the wolf is growling, eager to tear this creature to pieces, not realizing she won't be able to with the gas mask on.

"Got it." The words are breathed out softly, his eyes never leaving the reindire as he shifts backwards, a silent gesture to PT to back up, something she's not pleased about, and is difficult to do with a cart lashed to her. Still, she obediently backpedals a few feet, a growly grumble indicating her feelings about that.

"Watch the talons, especially in an enclosed space like this." He doesn't think he needs to give that warning, but it comes out anyway. Cautiously he moves to one side, tapping the butt of his knife against the wall a few times to get the things attention.