    Atchmon made it to the area with the boar, which lay only a dozen yards away in the open area, lying next to the tree that halted its crash. Grateful to see it was left untouched. He notched an arrow, keeping himself bent low as he neared his quarry. Stopping every few moments to check and see if the coast was clear, while looking around for any sign of movement, waiting, and listening for anything to jump out at him.