Without his rucksack, or any other means of carrying his food; the hunter used sapling bark to tie strips of meat around himself. He traveled for a several hours, until he came upon a tall cliff face with the waterfall Atchmon knew he must've fallen from. He looked upwards towards the rocky ledge which stood far above the tallest trees. The rocky shelf curved inward and bore down like a tidal wave at the apex of its crash. The cliff wall was pocked with caves that were nearly as big around as he was tall. The hunter looked left and right across the tall rocky shelf, which seemed to go on for miles in both directions. 