[Blaine flinches, though maybe it should be called a wince. It can take it no problem, the rifle, but that doesn't mean the blonde wants to test out it's resilience via clumsy teens. If he could carry it and know it wouldn't get in the way he would've kept it, but he can't.]

...use the strap to hold it. I swear it won't bite you. Now come on before that goat jingles away.

[And he's off, moving quickly and pretty silently in the snow to try and get in the perfect place to ambush it.]