Francis nodded and bowed to the elder, and headed off into the woods. After a few minutes of walking, he came to a river. He stopped to get a drink, and heard a screech from above. He looked up to see an eagle, and the eagle dove and plucked a salmon from the river. The eagle flew towards the waterfall Francis stood near, and Francis smiled, admiring the eagle's fishing prowess. Suddenly, there was a loud roar, and a bear leapt off a ledge on the waterfall and caught the eagle out of the air. It swallowed both the eagle and the salmon whole, and then turned to Francis, licking its lips. Francis stood his ground and drew his bow. The bear roared and charged, and Francis shot - the arrow hit the bear directly in the eye, sending it reeling up on its hind legs in pain. Francis raced towards it, putting away his bow and drawing his knife, and tackled the bear, stabbing it in the throat. The bear whipped its paw back, slashing Francis, leaving three huge claw marks on his chest. Francis tumbled backwards, and the bear stood and charged him again, furiously roaring. Francis frantically drew his bow and shot its other eye, sending it up on its legs in pain again. Francis put his bow away and ran towards the bear. He jumped onto its back, grabbed his knife that was still lodged in its throat, and twisted and pulled hard to the left. The bear's head came clean off, and the now lifeless body slumped over. Francis breathed heavily, and began to laugh to himself. After a minute of laughing, he slung the dead bear over his shoulders as beat as he could, holding the head in his teeth as he dragged it back to camp. He placed the body in front of the fire, and held the head under one arm, the arrows still in the eyes. He turned to the elder and got down on one knee.<br/>"Bear..." he said, still breathing heavily.