Atchmon thought about making a run for it as he darted his eyes across the treeline. The river bank was too steep and covered in loose, muddy soil; he'd never make it before being overrun by the massive beast. Atchmon turned his head ever so slightly to gaze at the fish remains. It was an opportunity to put his original plan in motion. The giant blue bear stomped its forepaws and bellowed out a roar at the hunter; his long hair whipped behind him in the wake of the bears powerful lungs. 