"Uh," he says aloud, his brain stalling until she grabs him. Her touch pulls him back to reality though he still looks visibly shaken as they lock eyes. Immense gratitude lit by some deeper, darker emotion swims into his gaze before he forces his eyes back on the path, a pleasant warmth gathering in his middle despite the cool air and everything that just occurred. "Yeah, I mean. He's a dog." Dogs chase squirrels, it's not a big deal unless you're a super paranoid ex-special ops guy with three different collectible sets of PTSD. Not like she'd know anything about that, right? He relaxes just in time for them to come up to the cabin, his breathing finally evening out even as he prepares himself to search the place before they get settled for the night.