Taking out an unused 10mm round, Monet listened to the gruesome tradition the man named Rocky carried out on the dead riflemen as he continued to loot the pistolman. Hearing the question, Monet turned his head back a second just to speak.
"I'm Désiré Monet. My friends call me D, so I guess you can too." Monet smiled at the other man before going back to looting.
After picking up the last cap and last round from the dead man, Monet returned to his rifle and picked it up, cocking the bolt and ejecting the magazine and reloading a new one. Looking around, Monet went back over to the dead pistolman and took his cowboy-like hat and placed it inside of his bag. He would probably wear it in civilizations, since the further south you went in Louisiana, the more hostile people got towards hunters/poachers. Glancing back at the dead Backcush, Monet felt a tang of sadness at the missed kill, but he hoped that wherever Backcushes went to after they died, it was in a better place. Looking for another place to climb up to Rocky, Monet found a smaller incline than the drop from the ridge where the riflemen were at. Climbing up it, Monet found himself looking at the back of Rocky from a few feet away.
"Hey Rocky!" Monet called before pulling out a spare beige bag that he would keep his meat in and tossed it to Rocky. "Load her up, and then let's move before any Jengals show up."