Looking up to the sound of rough growling, Galen's eyes widened at the sight of the animal pack. The smell definitely didn't help. He slowly put down his pack and the canteen in his hand, keeping a hand on the shotgun slung across his back as he did so. The sun gently shown off the anodized finish of the ancient Russian weapon as he gently shouldered it, hoping to avoid an attack. At this point, however, it might be too late to walk away from. The growls supported this theory.
With a fluid motion, he flicked the charging handle of the weapon and fired at the nearest monstrosity, leaping backwards with the aid of his wings as he sent the first shot forward.