At times the storm died, the skies cleared. Crystalline bright the stars shone down. Still the hunter, now directly overhead and to his south, marched across the wintry sky. The pole star gleamed softly, a constant beacon.
But the storm quickly returned.
And then they met!
Invisible in the snow bank it lurked, marked his presence, waited to attack!
The great white bear moved quietly, without a warning growl. It charged down upon him, its huge jaws wide. Its clawed paws reached out to seize him.
Quickly he strung his bow, notched an arrow!
As he drew the cord, the snow settled beneath his foot. He felt himself slipping.
He fell, rolled downhill!
Demo slid halfway across a frozen pond. Thick, fat flakes of white touched his face. They melted in cold trickles as he lay half conscious.
Suddenly the ice gave way beneath him!