I can't bear it

Hattori heard the bear long before he spotted it, thrashing about in the water as it chomped at the air, biting at the fish leaping upstream. As it was so obviously preoccupied he didn't think his presence would be an issue, why pick a fight with a wolf when food was leaping right past its muzzle, waiting to be caught? But rather than remain focused, it huffed and puffed in Hattori's direction, getting all the more agitated as each moment passed. Even when Hattori gave it more ground and took a step back, it merely stomped closer, as though it had a one track mind. Any other predator that even spared a glance at the waterway needed to be chased off, or more.

Hattori exhaled, somewhat annoyed by the farce of it all. If it really wanted to chase him off it would take more than a bit of roaring and snarling.