As you travel deeper through the trees, a mechanical squelching and buzzing is heard in the distance, and a small walker mech painted in winter camouflage lumbers out from behind dense foliage. A bearded man in a heavy fur jacket and beanie pilots it, standing upright from atop the walker's open cockpit, one hand gripping a Mosman HR3K rifle in one hand and operating the mech with the other. He peers around, in search of something. He is unaware of you.