Pratt quite literally crashes through the underbrush right near Carlisle. He lands on his back, squishing a shrub down into nothingness. The yell he lets out is startling, but also triumphant.

"Ha! Gotcha." He rolls over, holding something brownish to his chest with both hands and struggling to get to his feet without letting it go. "Stop it! Not gonna hurt you. Yeouch! Way too many teeth, knock it off."

He finally manages to get somewhat standing, crouched around a small furry creature with way too many legs that's not at all happy about being caught.