Atchmon opened his eyes only for his vision to be filled with the fanged maw of a Dire wolf bearing in on him. The hunter startled violently only to realize the massive wolf was already dead. Its corpse locked in rigor mortis. Atchmon lifted his head and saw the wolf's body was contorted in ways it should never bend. The human counted himself lucky for not suffering the same fate the fierce rapids bestowed upon the beast. But, that didn't mean he came out completely unscathed.