    Atchmon jogged through the forest with his bow in hand; dodging trees and bounding over any obstacle that blocked his path. He moved unhindered through the dense undergrowth, another staple to his experience in the wilds, while ignoring the tiny bumps and scrapes left behind by the small tree limbs he'd plow through. His mind fought to focus on his surroundings, knowing at any moment he could be ambushed. Fear and excitement wrestled together within his chest, not of the bounty which lay ahead of him, nor of the countless animals that could kill him, but of the person waiting for him back home.