He is like the rogue elephant.
Thor continued his food-seeking, edging still closer to the gully.

He was within a hundred and fifty yards of it when a sound suddenly brought him alert.

Langdon, in his effort to creep up the steep side of the gully for a shot, had accidentally loosened a rock.

It went crashing down the ravine, starting other stones that followed in a noisy clatter.

At the foot of the coulee, six hundred yards down, Bruce swore softly under his breath.