It was getting late. The sun barely peaked over the ice capped mountains, spreading warmth into the dark, star ladden sky. It was crisp and clear, still chilly from the last of the snow melt. The grass had sprung back to life, but signs of the snow still clung to the higher altitudes. Anna and Siti had tracked the bear for hours, waiting for the animal to break from the cover of the forrest. It was a spirit bear... a creamy, pale brown bear. They couldn't pass up the oportunity. Once in the open, Siti could take down the animal unhindered. As they breached the open field, the great white animal turned, locking eyes with Siti as a deep growl emanated from the Tokota's chest. It was now or never.