As a bear slips through the trees, the huntress looks at him in sheer beauty, little does he know, that she's a little snooty. The bear looks a million times, and he sees her for his dinner maybe? Little does he know, her father, a big hunter was a lawless to the bone, She holds a bow quiver to shoot him down if things go sideways, If she is to fire the arrow, she won't be late. Bear came along, ate fish by the river, as it looked up she was gone, the bear can't see or hear her but has caught a scent and will remember...