He hefts the pack onto his shoulders, opting to take on the equipment so that Dan is freed to keep an eye on their rear. Miguel has been up the mountain enough times to feel comfortable backtracking so that they don't get lost. Though, with certain proof that this forest could play tricks on them, he decides to pull out his knife and use it to carve a small mark on the aspen bark. Some trail marking, here or there.

The thought of actually having to stab something to defend himself feels unnerving, but he doesn't rule out the possibility. The knife remains in his hand.

"I'm not sure. Even if someone humors us, we'll be fighting against having to explain that what we just recorded was real."

He needs time to think about this.

"We need more information on what these things are, and where they're coming from." he starts, and finds himself desperately hoping that the disappearances and the creatures weren't connected.