<span style="font-weight: bold">"Those guys... Are real nosy..."</span>Rock Hammer noted as he finished skinning the bear. It wasn't perfect and the bear's hide was ragged due to some bad cuts, but for the most part it was a nice hide. It was large enough to serve as Rock Hammer's new cloak, though the bear's missing head meant that he would have nothing to keep his head warm. It was fine with him. Once he finds a safe place, he could fashion himself a hat. Maybe even a helmet. Now all that was left was the bear's fleshy meat and bone. The cold air would ensure the bear's meat stays preserved for longer than it normally would, but much like the remains of his wild dog, it would only last so long before the fangs of ice bite into his precious meat and turn it cold and sour.<br/><br/>In the distance he heard the humans chase run after a scream. It sounded like a smaller human, but with so many heading over there Rock Hammer figured that he would not be needed. As quickly as the scream went out, a mass of gunfire followed. When it stopped, Rock Hammer guessed that the threat, most likely one of the bears, were dead. Looking at the fleshless corpse at his feet, Rock Hammer contemplated how he should deal with all this meat. He did intend to strap choice cuts onto his body, both to keep himself warm and to serve as morbid armor. And that's what he did. As the humans dealt with the bears and their belongings, Rock Hammer went about to fashion himself his armor of flesh.<br/><br/>When he decided to leave the hill he was a horrific sight. Tied to his body were the partially frozen steaks of the bear. Most of it came from the legs and loins, with the rest of the bear's remains wrapped in a bundle using the bear's own hide. Attached to the meat armor were also bits of the Bear's bones, such as it's ribs and femurs, which served to add a bit of protection. They were strapped to his body either by the dog hides or tightly bounded bear intestines. If Rock Hammer needed to look like a demonic monster, he had largely succeeded. But despite his new look, he was still as friendly as before.<br/><br/>Rock Hammer looked at the humans below, where the woman had gone towards. They seemed to be collecting the wood in the forest, and some of the men were harvesting what was left of the bears. Unlike him, they would not be able to make use of all of the bears, and even if they wanted to the bears were quite heavy. They were dragging away one of the bears, but left the one that Rock Hammer had crushed with the boulder. Did they not want the meat? Or perhaps the rock was too heavy for them? Rock Hammer figured it was the latter, and if not, more for him. He strode over to the rock, careful not to get in anyone's way, and pushed the rock off the bear. Beneath was the bear, it's body thoroughly crushed. It's limbs twisted in unnatural ways and there seemed to be no life in it's eyes. But Rock Hammer was careful. He reached down to the bear's neck and twisted it. He has met many animals in the past who attacked him even when they looked to be dead. He saw some hunters do this trick with deer and small animals, even after they shot them. If nothing else, now the head would be easier to remove if Rock Hammer or the humans wanted it.<br/><br/>Speaking of the humans, Rock Hammer debated if he should stick around. Since they haven't shot at him yet, he could guess that they are friendly too. But he wasn't sure if they knew people who would want to hurt him. He was hesitant. He consulted the voices for action, hoping that they would know what to do.<br/><br/>"If there ever was a dinosaur in a mound of icicles, I would wanna train it to ride a ball. Cuz, revolution ain't never gonna televise, kicking the mad flow, microphone phenotype. In fact, if you put oy and poodle together in the same sentence, you'd have a great new catch phrase, you know? Like, oy with the poodles already. So from now on, when the perfect circumstances arise, we will use our favorite new catch phrase."<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Oy with the poodles already."</span>Rock Hammer said to no one in particular. He didn't think anyone was listening, and those who were he doubt they would understand. He certainly didn't. Instead Rock Hammer did the somewhat more understandable thing and lifted up the bear's mangled corpse. He walked over to where the woman was next to her turtle and dropped the bear near her feet. He had not noticed that she had been looking at him this entire time.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Do you want this?"</span>Rock Hammer pointed to the bear's corpse.