Voodoo stops and takes a knee. One hand reaches around for his binos, pointing them in the direction of the river.

"That - is a river hippo."

He's not seeing anything yet, but the sound's carrying quite well. He tucks the binos back into his pack.

"Here's how we play this. We go slow and we keep our lines of sight clear. One of these things decides to make a meal of you, it'll take more ammo than we can spare to stop it."