Lee was still in the 'forest', hunting down the last one, one shot each,two for one, in one case. The little bugger had decided to hide, and lee was having a difficult time of finding him...or her. He couldn't tell.
He heard a soft rustling, barely audible. He gave no hint that he heard it, he just walked into it's general direction. It gave a slight whimper, and that was all he needed.
He pulled the trigger, and the gun clicked. A jam. He mentally cursed, and decided that un jamming the rifle would just tell it that he was there.
Swinging it would take too long, and it could duck. Just jabbing it forward, to where he believed one of it's eyes to be would stun it long enough to grab for it's neck, and slit it with his claws. They were meager things, but they would get the job done.
He followed that out, and it happened just as he predicted.