Silvertip Mountain alex, you gotta fend for yourself

Atomsk, a great beast for all intents and purposes, did not have the luxury of being small and soundless as he made his way across the bearded face of a broad mountain. He was a herd-stalker, which didn't entail the same degree of stealth that hunting smaller prey required. And he wasn't hunting now, having recently come from a ram kill he'd made the day before, so there was even less reason for him to be quiet as he tramped about in search of a place to hunker down. It was cool here, and had the interesting scent of seasalt on the air as the coast loomed beyond— and if he had to be alone for the night, then here was an ideal place to shelter himself.

He didn't notice at all that he was likely disturbing the hunt of a nearby predator.